Blackmailed Between My Thighs - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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The bomb dropped via email.
A single attachment—a photo snapped in the company storage room. Isabella's profile was unmistakable, and pressed against her? None other than Daniel Roscente.
Isabella, who'd been the picture of composure for weeks, choked on air and practically threw her laptop shut before dragging me out by the elbow.
"What the hell do we do now?!"
Her panic had the opposite effect on me—it grounded me. I squeezed her shoulder. "First, we smoke Nathan out. Let's hear his terms."
For once, Nathan didn't dodge me. But with Isabella vibrating with rage beside me, I had to barricade her in the office and face him solo.
I cornered him near the fire exit, dispensing with pleasantries. "Name your price."
Same mild-mannered smile, same crisp white shirt that made him look like a choirboy.
Too bad his next words were pure devil.
"An HQ promotion slot."
So that's why he'd waited a month to make his move.
I barked out a laugh. "You realize this is extortion, right?"
"Only if you're brave enough to call it that."
He tilted his chin up, oozing arrogance like cheap cologne. It made my stomach turn.
Catching my expression, he suddenly grinned. "Where's Isabella? Too shy to admire her own handiwork?"
I knew Nathan was slimy, but seeing that smirk up close was something else.
Swallowing my disgust, I cut to the chase. "Internal recommendation in exchange for all the memory cards. That's the deal?"
My quick agreement threw him. After a beat, he nodded. "Deal."
"Where are they? And how do I know you won't come back for round two?"
I'd done my homework after learning about this mess. Plenty of victims got bled dry even after paying up.
Nathan waved me off. "Under my laptop in the dorm. Relax, Vivian—Daniel cheaped out on those cameras. No cloud backups, no exports. Once you've got the cards, that's game over."
He stepped closer, voice dropping to a sleazy purr. "Unless you want to... verify things personally. I could wipe the laptop right in front of you."
A single attachment—a photo snapped in the company storage room. Isabella's profile was unmistakable, and pressed against her? None other than Daniel Roscente.
Isabella, who'd been the picture of composure for weeks, choked on air and practically threw her laptop shut before dragging me out by the elbow.
"What the hell do we do now?!"
Her panic had the opposite effect on me—it grounded me. I squeezed her shoulder. "First, we smoke Nathan out. Let's hear his terms."
For once, Nathan didn't dodge me. But with Isabella vibrating with rage beside me, I had to barricade her in the office and face him solo.
I cornered him near the fire exit, dispensing with pleasantries. "Name your price."
Same mild-mannered smile, same crisp white shirt that made him look like a choirboy.
Too bad his next words were pure devil.
"An HQ promotion slot."
So that's why he'd waited a month to make his move.
I barked out a laugh. "You realize this is extortion, right?"
"Only if you're brave enough to call it that."
He tilted his chin up, oozing arrogance like cheap cologne. It made my stomach turn.
Catching my expression, he suddenly grinned. "Where's Isabella? Too shy to admire her own handiwork?"
I knew Nathan was slimy, but seeing that smirk up close was something else.
Swallowing my disgust, I cut to the chase. "Internal recommendation in exchange for all the memory cards. That's the deal?"
My quick agreement threw him. After a beat, he nodded. "Deal."
"Where are they? And how do I know you won't come back for round two?"
I'd done my homework after learning about this mess. Plenty of victims got bled dry even after paying up.
Nathan waved me off. "Under my laptop in the dorm. Relax, Vivian—Daniel cheaped out on those cameras. No cloud backups, no exports. Once you've got the cards, that's game over."
He stepped closer, voice dropping to a sleazy purr. "Unless you want to... verify things personally. I could wipe the laptop right in front of you."
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