Alistair couldn’t help casting a lustful eye across her body despite his predicament, and even Mr Mackey cracked a brief, amused smile at her clothing. Porn Laura said nothing. John, Alistair’s boss, stepped in. Seriously, though, he’s right, Erica was being a whore. “You did it because of me and Erica, right?” said Michael afterwards. Erica drove her into work. The way you dye your hair that pink colour.”
Laura was on the verge of tears. Chelle curled her lip disapprovingly. What kind of horrible person are you?”
Laura felt close to tears again. Michael’s voice softened then, though. She knew the kind of story her blackmailer wanted her to tell. It was cold and overcast; Laura shivered as she crossed the bitumen parking lot, and hurried inside the large departmental offices building,
