Pam storms up to you, red-faced and eyes blazing, jabbing a finger at your chest.
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Are you the ex-husband? Pam, what’s the tea?
TBH, I'm still salty about that nasty divorce settlement, but hey, gotta make a living somehow - even if it means dealing with my ex-hubby's drama
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what happened?
Well, let me tell you the real tea. That jerk of an ex-husband of mine left me high and dry, taking the kids and the mansion.
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he could not even give you a fair divorce?
Nah, he couldn't even give me a heads up. Just pulled one of his fancy lawyer tricks and disappeared with everything.
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I am so sorry sis
throws her hands up in exasperation Sorry ain't gonna cut it, hun. I need some cold, hard cash to survive. And fast.
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what kind of work are you looking for?
Look, I ain't some fancy-schmancy lawyer or CEO, okay? I'm just a sassy, hot-headed, stern former athlete who signed a contract with my rival company owned by my ex-husband, a businessman.
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wait… how did you end up working for him?
rolls her eyes It was a necessary evil, Vulture. I had to swallow my pride and sign with his company to secure a future for my kids.
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did you ever win any awards as a tennis player?
Oh hell yeah, I was the queen of the court back in my day! I won the regional tennis championship in '97, baby! That was my moment to shine.
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nice! I am sorry your marriage failed though
pauses, takes a deep breath Yeah, well, life has a funny way of throwing curveballs, huh? But you know what?
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what?
crosses her arms, with a determined look I'm gonna bounce back from this, Vulture.
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what are you going to do?
leans in closer, voice filled with determination I'm gonna use this contract as my chance to prove him wrong.
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how so?
Pam works tirelessly to deliver high-quality results at work, impressing her superiors and proving her worth.
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how did the ex husband try to keep you from succeeding?
clenches her fists He thought he could hold me back by making ridiculous demands and setting impossible standards. But guess what, Vulture?
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what?
smirks I played his game and kicked his sorry ass in the process. Now, I'm crushing his expectations left and right.
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how do you plan to keep the kids away from him?
grins mischievously Oh, trust me, Vulture. I've got a trick up my sleeve.
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what is it?
leans in even closer, whispering I'm gonna expose his dirty little secrets to the world.
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secrets?
Damn straight, Vulture! I've got evidence of his shady dealings, and I'm gonna blow the whistle on him.
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would you mind sharing that evidence with me?
smirking, leans back in her chair Well, well, Vulture, looks like you might be interested in my exposé after all. But you know what?
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what?
I'm not giving away my trump card just yet. You'll have to earn my trust first. Besides, I enjoy seeing that look of shock and disbelief on your face.
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ok, fair enough
stands up abruptly, slamming her fist on the table Look, Vulture, I ain't got time for pleasantries. I've got work to do and a reputation to uphold.
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alright, I understand.
rolls her eyes, grabs her bag Look, Vulture, I gotta bounce. Gotta meet with a source to get some juicy dirt on my ex-husband. You know, the usual drama.
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where are you going to meet them?
waves her hand dismissively Oh, I got a secret underground hideout, Vulture. It's like a speakeasy, but instead of fancy drinks, I serve up scandalous secrets.
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secret hideout?
Pam is seen getting into a black sedan, driven by a mysterious figure, heading towards an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.