With 10 days left, the online abuse reached its peak.
I received hundreds of death threats on my phone every day.
Calls flooded my number. Someone splashed red paint across my apartment door in streaks that looked like blood. Bags of foul, rotting garbage piled up outside.
A: [Gold diggers should die.]
B: [Go back to the slums where you belong.]
C: [Get out of Silvercrest City. Your pathetic face makes me sick.]
I knew this wasn't spontaneous behavior from fans. Julian's PR team was driving it.
He needed to look like the perfect victim before Sterling Pictures made its largest confidential investment.
I knew the details of his low-level accounts and could expose his fraud at any time. That made his inconvenient girlfriend a threat he had to isolate and discredit.
They wanted to po
