The host scrambled to regain control,but the screen only grew more grotesque—photo after photo,each one faked but disturbingly convincing.Then,a shaky video.
"Oh my god…isn’t that Meredith Shepherd?"
"I always thought she was so elegant.No one could ever imagine she did something like that behind closed doors.
The whispers came like a storm,crashing into me from all directions.My skin went cold.I felt as though I had been plunged into a frozen lake.
None of it was real.I knew it.
But who would do something this cruel?
Then I turned my head and there she was.Winona Myers.
She stood at the back of the room,holding a glass of wine,her lips curled into a smirk.Slowly,deliberately,she mouthed the words,"You’re finished."
"Mr.Shepherd,please,we’re so sorry—"The auction manager rushed over,drenched in sweat as he tried to explain.
Lennon grabbed the man by the collar,his voice erupting.
"Shut it down!Now!Or I’ll make sure this place never hosts another event again!"
The man nodded frantically and ran to the control booth.
However,the damage was done.
Lennon turned back to me with eyes colder than ever."Meredith,what the hell else are you hiding from me?"