Chapter Seven
“Who is blackmailing you?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Fern said. “The photos just showed up on my desk.”
“So someone in our company is blackmailing you?”
“I don’t think so,” Fern said. “There was a postmark. Later I got a text. I know I screwed up. But what do I do now? I don’t have a million dollars.” She looked at me.
“You think I have a million dollars just in my wallet for the taking?” I asked.
“If these get published in a tabloid, our company will be ruined.”
“Sally will kill you,” I said. “She suspects Jonathan is cheating, and she said she would kill him and the b***h who was sleeping with him. That’s a quote.”
Fern squirmed in her chair. “That’s just something people say. She wouldn’t really hurt me. People don’t kill other people because of an affair.”
I raise
