Blake POV
Alissia leans forward, eyes narrowed in thought. I can practically see the wheels turning in her head, and I know she’s going to come up with something twisted—she’s got that fire in her now.
“We could start small,” she begins, her voice cold and calculating. “Something subtle, like anonymous messages. He thinks he’s in control, that his secrets are safe, but we’ll slowly make him doubt that. We let him feel the pressure build. Just little hints at first. A picture of him with one of his lovers, left somewhere his wife could find it, but we ensure he finds it first. Maybe a cryptic message sent to his personal email—‘I know your secret.’ That’ll freak him out.”
I nod, letting her continue.
“Once he starts to spiral, we up the ante,” she says, her voice growing more confident.
