Right before I grabbed the handle my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my purse and looked down at the text I had just received:
"If you go to James I'll leak all the photos."
Jesus. How did she have my phone number? This was crazy. I needed to tell James right now. He'd know how to handle her. I didn't want to deal with this alone anymore.
I reached for the handle again as another text came through. This one was a picture. But it wasn't one of the ones she had sent me this morning. It was of James and I having s*x. On his desk in his office. Holy s**t. Another one came through. And then another. And another.
I put my face in my hand. What was wrong with me? Obviously she had planted a camera in there if she had gotten that picture of her kissing James last week. I was such an i***t. I
