"Fuck," I muttered, burying my face in my hands at the sound of myself rattling off crimes I'd committed that I didn't even consciously remember.
"What are we gonna do? This fucker wants his money or he's gonna..."
"You have to tell either Izaak or Gabe," Toby interjected.
"No!" I shouted, now looking at him panic-stricken. "We're going to figure something out. I'll get the money. I'll save my paychecks and..."
Toby shook his head. "And tell Izaak what? He's going to find out anyway."
"I'll figure something out but you can't tell him about this video!" My eyes began to pool in tears and my lower lip poked out in a plea.
"Then I shouldn't hear anything else. Plausible deniability." He sighed. "Please be careful. Both of you." Then walked out of the room.
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