"What I mean is, from now on, we go our separate ways. You delete the photos, and I'll do the same. We leave each other alone…"
"How can I be sure you've deleted them…"
"I'm in my van. You can come here, and I'll delete them right in front of you. And you'll do the same for me. We'll make a deal: moving forward, you don't bother me, and I won't bother you. Let's end this employer-employee relationship of ours on good terms…"
She didn't want to burn bridges with the other woman, either. They were both in the entertainment industry, a small world where you're bound to run into each other. Making an enemy wasn't what she wanted.
"Wait."
Audrey Osborne hung up.
A moment later, the van door was pulled open. The woman who had been as proud as a peacock just a moment ago now wore a grim expression. She sat up and held up her phone, displaying the photos. "Watch closely. I've deleted all the photos…"
She deleted them, right in front of her.
