“Victoria Frost, the Academy Awards owe you a statuette.” I couldn’t keep the sarcasm from my voice as I
watched her performance unfold before my eyes.
Victoria clutched her chest dramatically, tears streaming perfectly down her cheeks without disturbing her
makeup. The woman was truly gifted at manipulation.
“How can she be so good at acting?” I asked no one in particular, my patience finally snapping. I held up my hand to interrupt her theatrical sobbing. “Are you done with your performance? I’ll ask again, where’s the
evidence?”
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