Marshall noticed my mood over dinner and when he asked, I simply told him I was having a light headache.
I didn't want to do this. What was so special about his laptop that Larson would blackmail me over? Why did I have to be stuck in the middle of this?
I had contemplated telling Marshall about it but then imagined him not handling it the right way by confronting Larson or doing anything at all that'd tip Larson off.
If Larson's video made its way to the internet, I'd be ruined forever. Dad would never forgive me, neither would Mom, and the company would be handed smoothly to the sister who had never been in a scandal.
I would have no purpose in life, because all my life, all I'd worked for and breathed for was the company. Could whatever Marshall had in his laptop be as implicating a
