Fanny had spent the whole evening focused on Chris, and only now did she notice that Bridget was dressed exactly like the woman in the video.
“You…” Fanny narrowed her eyes, staring hard at Bridget.
Bridget’s face went pale with panic. “You’re not suspecting me, are you? I was with Mr. Rupert all night.”
Fanny’s gaze wavered, unsure.
Chris flicked his cigarette to the ground and crushed it under his boot. “Looks like someone was targeting Ms. Simpson. Fanny was just a pawn. Ms. Simpson, have you pissed anyone off lately?”
Bridget lowered her eyes, pretending to think. “Uh… maybe Sylvia?”
“We’ve had our disagreements,” she went on, “but I can’t believe she’d drag Fanny into this. What if she’s got more deep fake videos like that one?”
“If those get out online, we’re finished.”
Her eyes glossed over with tears.
Fanny slammed her palm on the table. “She wouldn’t dare!”
Bridget tried to soothe her. “Don’t worry about me, it’s enough that you two have cleared things up. You should get some rest.”
Fanny just turned on her heel and walked out.
Bridget and Chris exchanged a sly smile.
“The bar’s security footage was wiped,” Chris murmured. “Can’t say for sure it was Sylvia.”
Bridget shrugged, a sly grin on her lips. “Doesn’t matter. I say it was her, that’s enough.”
...
After the mess at the bar, Sylvia hadn’t slept a wink all night. She was so out of it she could barely keep her eyes open at work. She kept glancing over her shoulder, convinced someone was watching her.
By the time she finally clocked out, all she wanted was to get home and collapse into bed.
She was fumbling for her keys at her apartment door when she heard the elevator ding behind her.
Thinking it was her neighbor, Mrs. Ward, she turned to say hi—only to be grabbed by two dark figures.
Wham.
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