Ivy Holden switched through several angles of the security footage on her phone, finally freezing on one frame. "Look," she said. "This is what it looks like from this angle..."
Jessica Tyson took a look. The footage from this angle only showed Ivy Holden's profile. Whenever she turned her head to look at Marcus Payne, the camera's forced perspective would make it look like she was kissing his face, his mouth, or somewhere else. In any case, they were all scenes not suitable for children.
"Holy shit... God damn it!" Jessica Tyson blurted out.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! There was a knock on the restroom door.
"Mr. Tyson! Lady Eden! Are you guys okay?" Lindsay Walsh's voice came from outside the door.
"We're fine!" Jessica Tyson shouted toward the door.
Ivy Holden squeezed Jessica Tyson's shoulder, urging her to calm down. Then, she splashed some water on her forehead to dampen her hair before walking to the door and yanking it open.
