"Why is it about me…" she muffled through her palms, "-you're the one who brought children home, I did nothing scandalous, I promise."
"Nothing wrong?" the smirk dropped to a frown, "-explain me this," multiple images and videos boomed her phone, the sudden jitter had her shudder. Wide-eyed onto the notification, her fingers tightly formed symbols, the screen unlocked. The phone's hue scrolled along with her glistening pupils, the lips jarred in subtle ups and downs.
"What's the matter?" retorted Igna, "-am I to assume those videos are fake?"
"Obviously not…" she exhaled, "-the truth is out," her shoulders slumped into disarray, "-I can't believe I've been found out," she dropped onto the engulfing couch. The tension increased, what they referred to was countless late-night dates Alicia had, from the heir to the Patek, someone she adamantly said to have no connection, to Laven Enda, the dubious director. "The evidence is too much to be explained by words," she sniffled.
