At 3 in the morning, I visit...well break into Bill's office. Of course he had expensive paintings, a real wood desk and velvet sofas. I bet his employees hated him. I go through the desk draws, searching for employee records. Pale white folders are lined back to back. I flip through each, scanning for Amanda's name. Most of the female files had their bra and underwear sizes which was fucking disgusting, creep. A clock on the wall read: 3:30am. At the middle of my search I find what I'm looking for. Unlike the rest of the girls, he had a picture of her...I couldn't blame him her eyes were striking. My eyes read down to her phone number. Memorizing it.

At, 8am, I stop at McDonald's and order breakfast. Thinking of how to word my text: This is Mr. Pierce's son, you should remember me from the gym, I wasn't stalking you or out to get you on his behalf. Can we talk? That sounds okay to me. I reread it again. Yeah. I tap send. My orange juice is sat on a table by a guy with a purple mohawk. Sweet ass perfume emitted off of his body. "There you go, the rest will be done shortly." He informs me with a flamboyant tone.

"Thank you." I sense his stare lingering, before he struts off. I sip the drink.

Amanda: If you try anything you'll get hurt. It has to be somewhere public.

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Me: McDonald's, WestLake Ave.

By the time she arrives, I am done with my meal. She spots me at the back and heads over. Slowly. Her hand in her purse, a gun most likely. "Relax." I say as she sits, taking in something new about her face, she had a beauty mark on her lip, on the left top corner, a patch that was lighter than the rest of her pink lips. Which contrasted well with her olive skin.

She rolls her eyes and snap her fingers. "My eyes are up here. Why were you asking for me?"

"I heard about your claim against my father." Saying the word father boiled my blood, but I kept calm.

"How?"

I smile at her seriousness. "I swipe his phone from time to time." She gives me an inquisitive look. "I return it right after." I lie. I actually trash it right after so he has to buy a new one.

"What do you want?"

I lean forward, taking in a berry scented perfume with a sly sniff. "He's a horrible father and a shitty man who needs karma to bite him in the ass. I tried taking him down but he has ways of coming out on top. Anyway, the main reason is my little sister, she deserves better."

Amanda's eyes slit. "Did you try to help the other girls he fucked over?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I never bumped into them plus I knew they'll lose in court."

"Well I'm not."

"You will, but with my help we can take him down." I slide over a file I stole from his office, the rest were in my car. "All the female records have bra and underwear measurements but yours stands out with a picture. If we can get the girls who backed down to join us, we wouldn't have to go to court, we'll go public and he'll pay us hush money but we won't take it. My father has close to a billion dollars, no way we settle for change."

"So what would we do instead?"

"Blackmail. Threaten to exploit him, social media is a bitch."