chloe flashback?

It was right after my grandmother died.  I wasn't thinking clearly, just consumed with this heavy depression, feeling robbed of the last person who gave two shits about me.  Most days I couldn't get out of bed, couldn't eat, just slept all day unconcerned with work.  

The last I'd seen my granny she was taking a handful of drugs, most that I'd never heard of.  But there was one I recognized, --name--, and I knew it came from Winters Corp, because I'd already conned William Winters before.

That was years ago, when I just needed extra cash.  We set up profiles as minors to speak to rich pedophiles and con them out of money.  

It started out with just lifting credit cards, but that got so boring, and often the cards would be cut off after a day or two.  Sometimes it resulted in marital discord, which I appreciated.  Those guys didn't deserve to live happy lives with their families if they were out searching for underage girls to fuck.

We decided to step up our game.  I continued to meet with the pedophiles, but instead of just having a session with them, I'd lift info, investigate them further, find a way to fuck up their reputation.  I wanted to embarrass them, expose them.  I'd find out their deepest darkest secrets, not that fucking minors wasn't big enough, but real dirt.  I'd con them out of their bank account info, security question answers, business investments.  There is not one piece of information a man isn't willing to give up for pussy.

Mr. Winters was one of those men.  I found out about his big pharma company and copied his encrypted files to a thumb drive, finding out about all these studies that had been completed in a bad way.  He gave off the vibe that he knew certain pills didn't work but sold them anyway for profit.  I was too young to fully understand the extent, but this Winters guy was so blatantly evil.

So going back to when my granny died, I couldn't get him out of my mind.  Every waking moment was spent hating him for taking her away.  I fantasized about murdering him, though I'm probably not really capable of doing that.  Then I dreamt of revenge, a realistic revenge.

Losing money wouldn't hurt him, but losing his company would.  

By now I was older, wiser maybe.  The old info I found about Winters Corp made more sense, and as much as I hated to admit it, was technically legal.   

I convinced my friend to hack into Winters Corp's server to look for any new meds they'd been testing and highly advertising, then send me any of the trial studies she could find.  I re-created the paperwork with significantly different numbers, bad results, and had Sage swap them out with the originals.  

Then she got arrested.  Literally like the next day.  And it was for one of our earlier crimes.

I didn't know what to do besides burn my real name and start over with an alias, with someone who could protect me, Izaak.

But I hadn't realized that Izaak would be friends with Molly, who would set me up a job with Gabe, whose client was actually Mr. Winters.  What a small world.  

And Violet has been assigned to the case.  And we just got back from visiting my old accomplice in Seattle.  What the hell am I going to do?