Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 84

No big deal?

Sylvia let out a sarcastic chuckle, her eyes downcast as she spoke. "Officer, you've heard it all. They're not admitting to anything, and Ms. Simpson has testified on their behalf. As the plaintiff, I demand they produce evidence to refute my accusations, especially the so- called evidence of me 'flirting' or 'provoking' them. And let's not forget... Ms. Simpson's oh-so-certain testimony that I was trying to climb the social ladder by taking shortcuts.

You're officers, equipped with body cams at all times. Surely, they can't just change their stories now, can they?"

When the words fell, the three were dumbfounded. Especially Bridget, whose smugness turned to shock in an instant. She had been sitting quietly, not causing any trouble until she decided to be a bit too clever for her own good. Now, none of them could escape the consequences.

The officer nodded. "The body cams have been recording this whole time. Everything said has been logged. Do you have any evidence to back up your claims?"

Bridget had brought this upon herself and took a moment to gather her thoughts. She moved to sit next to Rupert, tears welling up in her eyes. "Rupert, I just wanted to smooth things over for the Garcia family. After all, if word of this gets out, it's not just Sylvia's reputation that's tarnished, but the Garcias' as well."

family

just that, so she quickly interjected. "Bridget, are you saying you have no evidence, yet you've accused me of seduction just to gain fame?

grasped the gravity of her situation. She began to feign weakness, her sobs breaking through as her eyes reddened

I pulled Rupert away, but I honestly didn't think your seniors would treat you that way. I saw how happily you were all drinking together

seemingly contrite, was carefully veiled. It backtracked on her earlier stance while subtly reviving the rumor about

straight to the point. "Bridget, my question was whether you have evidence. You

Or can you prove it was Ms. Lloyd who

in his coffee, seemingly

her lips pressed tightly together, Bridget shook her

be responsible with your words from