Treloar's Narrative

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Treloar's stomach dropped, and he continued to speak through the lump that had formed in his throat. What he'd originally envisaged as a night of celebration, with Lexi's escape from the mansion, evidence of her Father's depravities in hand, was swiftly moving further away from that with each passing second. Lexi's expression remained neutral, however, the manner in which she crossed her arms over her chest conveyed a different story, and elicited a sensation of nausea in Richard. As did the recollection of his lover's words on the night of their reunion, where she'd implied he'd come to extort her with the very photo's he now spoke of. One's that he no longer possessed, having years ago permanently deleted the images in an angry, drunken …show more content…

If a hole had opened up in the floor at that moment, he'd have gladly crawled into it, and Richard averted his gaze to avoid what may have been simply imagined accusation in Lexi's expression and demeanour, in order to regain composure. "I don't want you to, Lexi." Forcing his eyes back up, his newly refocused didn't waver when he approached to grip both of her shoulders, and locked it on her face. "It's only a suggestion, a possible way out of this mess, but you're right, we have no idea what he'd do with those images. He could run to your Father, and blow us out of the water completely." The Hacker had decided honesty was the best policy, and not to sugar-coat his words. "Or, he could agree to the deal, live up to his assurances, and secure our future. There's no way in hell, I'd allow Levime to obtain the rights to the photo's before we were assured access to the film, so would it hurt to contact him, and gauge if he's even interested? And, if he is, in the grand scheme of what we're trying to achieve, does it really matter if your naked images end up plastered all over the damn internet. Who fucking

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