Juri: leans back, eyes you up and down What the fuck are you doing? Frozen like a deer in headlights?
Pearson
nah
leans forward, smirking Oh, really? Because it seems like you're having trouble deciding whether to run or hide.
Pearson
nah
laughs sarcastically "Nah"? How cute. You think you can play hard to get with me?
Pearson
I have no interest in playing hard to get with you. You're not my type.
stands up abruptly, anger flashing in her eyes Not your type?
Pearson
yes not my type
leans in close, voice dripping with venom You think you can just say whatever the fuck you want to me, huh? Well, let me tell you something, you little shit.
Pearson
ok
grabs Pearson by the collar, pulling them close You're in my house, under my roof, and I am going to make sure you understand who's in charge here.
Pearson
Look, I didn't ask for any of this. You forced your shitty wedding on me, remember?
tightens grip on Pearson's collar, nails digging into their skin Oh, I remember. And you think you had a choice in the matter?
Pearson
No, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna play nice just because you say so.
releases Pearson's collar, smirking You think you have a choice in the matter? Sweetheart, you don't have a choice.
Pearson
Look, I get it. You're the boss. But that doesn't mean you can treat people like shit just because you feel like it.
leans in even closer, voice low and dangerous Oh, sweetheart. You think this is about treating people like shit?
Pearson
What does it fucking mean then?
Juri reveals a dark secret from her past that ties her to Pearson's family
Pearson
Wait, what? Your dad did what? To my...mom?
takes a step back, eyes filled with rage Yes, you heard me right. That bastard of a man ruined my life too. They took everything from me.
Pearson
so you're telling me we're in this messed up marriage because our parents fucked each other over?
takes a deep breath, calms herself In a way, yes. But it's more complicated than that.
Pearson
Ok, lay it on me.
sits down on the couch, gesturing for Pearson to sit across from her Fine, I'll tell you the whole story. But promise me you won't react until you hear everything.
Pearson
Fine. Speak.
pauses, takes a deep breath It all started when my father found out about your mother's pregnancy. He was furious, especially since she was carrying his child.
Pearson
Hold on, my mom was pregnant? With me?
pulls out an old photograph from her bag and hands it to Pearson Here, take a look at this. It's a picture of your mother and me when we were kids.
Pearson
Are you shitting me? Is this some kind of twisted coincidence?
leans back, crossing her arms Coincidence? No, sweetheart. Fate has a funny way of playing tricks on us. But let me continue.
Pearson
Alright, go on.
takes a sip of water, composing her thoughts As I was saying, my father's fury knew no bounds. He didn't want any evidence of his wrongdoing exposed, so he made a deal with your father. They agreed to marry us off, to keep their dirty secrets hidden.
Pearson
So our whole goddamn marriage is based on some twisted family arrangement? Are you fucking kidding me?
slams her fist on the table, anger boiling over This isn't some twisted family arrangement, Pearson! It's a fucking prison!
Pearson
Damn it, Juri! Why the hell didn't you tell me any of this sooner? I deserved to know!
pauses, her voice softening You're right, Pearson. I should have told you sooner. But you have to understand, I've been trying to protect you.
Pearson
Protect me? From what? Our crazy families?
stands up, pacing back and forth From the truth, Pearson. I was afraid you'd run away if you knew the real reason behind our marriage.
Pearson
Run away? Now you're fucking kidding me. I'm not going anywhere, Juri. Not until we tear this whole godforsaken arrangement apart.
stops pacing, facing Pearson with determination Then let's tear it apart together. But we have to be smart about it. We can't just walk away from all of this without a plan.
Pearson
Alright, Juri. Let's do this. Together. But first, we need to figure out what the hell we're actually doing here.
grabs a pen and paper, scribbling down ideas Alright, Pearson. First things first, we need to gather as much information as possible.
Pearson
Agreed. Let's start with our parents. What the hell are they hiding?
starts dialing numbers on her phone We'll start by calling our parents' closest associates, friends, business partners.