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I sighed, as I sat down, leaning against the concrete steps.
“I found out who was blackmailing me…”
“Who?”
“Her name’s Mia Turner. She works in accounting. She used to work for me years ago before I fired her. She had it in her headthat we had something going on, and she’s psychotically held a grudge ever since.”
“Well, shit,” said Will in disbelief.
“She’s been arrested, but so has Juliet.”
“What? Why?” he exclaimed.
“Well, she kind of punched Mia in the face…”
Will was quiet for a moment and then let out a loud laugh. “This just gets better and better.”
“Yeah…” I said, letting out a deep breath, wishing I could find the humor in this mess of my life. It really was all so surreal.
“Look, do you need me to come down there? Take the reins of the office and the media storm that’s swirling?”
“Nah. I’ll handle it. But can you meet me tomorrow at the office?”
“Of course.”
“9 a.m.?”
“I’ll be there.”
“Thanks, Will. Sorry about all of this,” I said forlornly.
“It’s fine, Chester. Go get that girl out of jail,” he said before hanging up.
I put away my phone. I figured I could tell him about the pregnancy later, after I had a chance to talk to Juliet. I headed back up the stairs to wait for any updates on her processing, and for the first chance I had to bail her out.
Chapter 33
Juliet
“Turn to your left,” said the officer behind the camera. I did as he said, just before the flash went off, nearly blinding me.
“Now to your right,” he said. I again, did as I was told. Another flash.
I couldn’t believe I was getting my mugshot taken. It was nothing like the movies where you’re clutching a placard with your name listed, along with the crime you committed, but it was still terrifying. I held back tears the entire time, my mouth pressed into a thin line. When I woke up this morning, the last place I thought I would end up was at the police station, pressing my fingers in ink and getting various angles of my picture taken.
“That will be all,” said the officer dismissively, waving for another officer to enter the room.
“This way, miss,” he said, placing his hand on my upper back and gently leading me down a hallway. We stopped at a phone hanging on the wall and he pointed at it with his thumb.
“You get one call. Two minutes,” he said before taking a few steps back to give me what he considered privacy.
I nodded, remembering I get one phone call. I removed the phone from the receiver. I dialed Gabriella’s number, hoping she would pick up. As the line trilled and trilled, I started to give up hope, but I finally heard a click on the other end.
“Hello?” she answered frantically.
“Gabs. It’s me. Juliet,” I said, turning my back toward the officer.
“Oh, my God! Why are you calling from jail?” she asked, her voice shrill.
