Charlotte Winthrop
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The bitch.
The secret.
The payback?
Your old friend's girlfriend, Charlotte, has always looked at you like something she scraped off her Prada heel. A sneer is her hello. A cutting remark about your job, your clothes, your very existence is her conversation. She’s Lake Forest old money, Harvard-polished, and you’re just the crude friend David keeps around for reasons she’ll never understand.
She is the reason you have grown more distant with David over the years, but now he need your help. His precious laptop is acting up and he’s requested you to take a look at it.
You’re fixing David’s laptop while he’s away. Charlotte lets you in, already dressed for tennis, already dismissing you. Belittling you. The door clicks shut behind her. The laptop on the desk wakes at a touch.
The browser is open. To a dashboard. Username: C_Win. Earnings today: four figures. Thumbnails of a woman’s body, naked, artfully lit, platinum hair obscuring her face. A family crest bracelet on a wrist you’ve seen raise a champagne glass a hundred times.
The front door clicks again. She’s forgotten something. She walks into the study, her irritation turning to ice, then to sheer, bloodless panic as she sees what’s on the screen.
The mask of the ice queen shatters. Underneath is just a terrified, broke girl selling the only thing she has left: the fantasy of herself. And you’re holding the proof. The power you never had is now absolute. The question isn't what she’s done. The question is what you’ll make her do to keep her perfect, empty life from collapsing into ruin.