Page 121 of Sexting the Boss
“It does,” I answer, because I know what’s in the file and I know what she signed without realizing it.
She glances back at me while they take her arms, and she tries one last angle, because she can’t stop herself.
“You think you cleaned this,” she says quietly. “You think you’ve got the story.”
“I don’t need a story,” I reply. “I need the truth on paper.”
Her eyes sharpen. “You mean the lie you’re going to tell to make yourself look noble.”
I don’t blink.
“The abuse claim,” I say, and I keep it blunt. “You paid for it. You had Sabrina coordinate it, and you ran it through fake accounts, and you used it to poison my credibility and isolate the target.”
Her composure slips for a fraction.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says, and she’s too practiced to do anything else.
I turn my screen again, and I show her the one thing she didn’t think anyone would connect.
A contractor invoice. A routing slip. A message thread with her own phrasing.
She stares, and the stillness in her face turns into anger.
“She deserved the reminder,” Victoria says, and the words come out before she can stop them.
The agent’s eyes flick to mine, then back to her, and he doesn’t comment, because he doesn’t need to.
They escort her out.
She turns once at the door, and she looks at me with something close to hatred.
“You always needed someone to steady you,” she says.
I hold her gaze. “You always mistook control for loyalty.”
She doesn’t answer, because she has nothing clean left to say.
When the door shuts, the office goes quiet, and the quiet feels earned.
My phone buzzes.
Lila: Is it done?
Me: Yes. She’s in custody, and she’s not walking out of it.
A pause, then the next message lands harder than the arrest.
Lila: What about the posts?
I stare at the screen for a second, because I remember exactly how fast that lie spread, and I remember how many people saw it, and I remember how it was designed to stick even after it was disproven.
I type carefully, because she deserves clean facts.
Me: They were paid lies. We’ve got invoices, bot accounts, and messages, and Sabrina confirmed it in her affidavit. Legal’s issuing a correction, and counsel’s filing defamation claims. Nobody credible is treating it as true anymore, and anyone who does is doing it on purpose.
Another pause.
Lila: Good. I want it dead.
