Abigail
"Abby, Holy shit. You have to see this."
Annette's socks appeared in my vision, then her knees as she dropped down beside me, her laptop balanced in both hands.
"If it's some bad news, I might need another thirty seconds with this ice cream." I mumbled, clutching my tub of ice cream like my life depended on it.
As if almost getting frisky with my boss wasn't enough, Drake and Alicia had the mother-flipping guts to threaten me.
How the mighty had fallen.
Why did they want a meeting with him so bad?
"It's not bad news." She turned the screen toward me. "I looked into Alicia Duke."
I took the laptop, scanning through a grid of images. They were pulled from what looked like old social media archives. I scrolled further down, the images got blurry and older until I paused over a particular picture.
