She swiped through her gallery, holding her phone up for everyone to see. The first image she displayed was of me at the law firm where Jeremy worked. In the photo, I was hugging a man who appeared to be the boss, my arm around him in what looked like an affectionate gesture. The next image was even worse—me sitting on the boss’s desk, tugging at his tie.
The crowd murmured, some throwing out sarcastic comments. "A picture doesn’t mean anything. Maybe it’s just her being friendly, you know, professional habits," one person said mockingly.
Heather snorted in response, clearly savoring the moment, and then tapped on a video. The screen lit up with a recording of me, acting playfully, my voice soft and coaxing.
"Hey handsome, just promise me—it’s just a small thing. How much could it really cost you?"
Then, the voice of the man in the video responded, "Oh, darling, fine. Whatever you say, I’ll agree to it!"
"Just agree, or I’ll make you suffer."