But there was nothing.
It was as if nothing had happened at all. As if that video had never existed. As if I'd imagined the entire nightmare.
How was that possible?
Instantly, I received a ping—a notification from Brenda, followed immediately by her calling.
My hands were still shaking as I swiped to answer.
The second I picked up, her voice exploded through the speaker, vibrating through my skull like she was physically shaking me.
"What the f**k, girl! Where the hell are you, babe? I've been calling you—your number's been switched off, not going through—what the f**k is going on? Zane is in Grayson's office. He's having a meeting. Where the hell are you?"
Brenda had this auto-tone quality to her voice when she was stressed—sharp, fast, borderline frantic—and when she spoke this qu
