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Tyler tried to pull himself from the sofa, stretching his hands towards her as the other lifted him. But the drug's effect had not yet completely worn off and his hand lost his strength, snapping and causing him to fall back on the bed pitifully.

Kara clicked her tongue and shook her head in a taunting manner. "That drug really got to him, didn't it?"

"Yeah, he looks out of it," Lila responded.

Amelia lowered her head and snapped it in Kara's direction. "How many doses did you put, Kara?"

Kara raised an oblivious brow. "Doses? I just put a tablet."

"A tablet?" Amelia's eyes shot wide. "You're supposed to put a pinch."

Rachel turned to the two girls, then at Lila who glanced at her with a shrugging expression.

"How am I supposed to put a pinch of a tablet?" Kara said, looking at the ceiling. "It's a tablet."

"You're supposed to grind it first. One tablet is meant to sedate at least two people. It said it in the manual."

Kara was silent for a while, mouth agape. "Oh."

"No wonder he was asleep for so long."

Tyler moved his gaze between the two of them, breathing hard. "How can you have such a casual conversation at this time! You girls drugged me and took advantage of me!"

Rachel was disgusted. "Advantage of you? Way to get your hopes up."

Tyler glared at her, panting hard, his eyes burning with anger. Then he glanced at the door.

"Uh no. I wouldn't think of that if I was you."

Tyler turned back to her, then scanned the rest of the girls with his desperate eyes. "And what are you gonna do? Stop me?"

He got up from the couch, clearly regaining his strength. "Pfft. I'd like to see you try."

—'I shouldn't be saying this, but whatever. I've got half the state by the balls anyway.'

Tyler paused, shocked to his boots.

—'You ever heard of the Deloreon Group? I've got their CEO blackmailed with a little something from this very club.'

His eyes widened at the damning clip of him on the couch, spilling his very own secrets. "What the hell is this?"

Rachel smiled. "Keep watching"

'And that's how I did it. The judge had no idea, and all of it is hidden in an illegal bank that Ryan Anders himself helped me create. Ha ha! Poor guy. I'm going to miss him now he's gone.'

Tyler's face drained of color.

—'...no one can know, okay? You can't tell a soul about AroTech. It's not a real company. It's a cover I made up with prostitutes on payroll. Imported. Illegal as hell. All under our roof, honey.'

When the video ended, there was silence for a while. A terrifying while for Tyler as he felt his heartbeat pound faster and faster. How could this have happened? How could he let himself fall to such a... cheap trick?!

His eyes found Rachel, quivering and scared. "I was under the influence."

Her brows lifted comically.

"All of that is worthless because I was under the influence."

She giggled. "What do you think this is? A law court? I'm going to destroy your reputation, your life, your family." Her eyes darkened with venom. "Stop fucking around because I know you understand exactly what this means,"

Tyler's frown was full of disdain and at the same time, pure trepidation. You jezebel."

"Oh we're just getting started," Rachel snapped, her voice as cold as ice. "What is the worst case scenario for you here, Tyler Mooney? That footage goes out... and then you lose everything. Your career, your family's business, your legal immunity. You know what your father would do to you when he finds out about even a sliver of this."

Tyler's eyes turned bloodshot with rage, fists clenching.

"Living a double life to satisfy your lustful needs. How did you get involved in all of this so young, Tyler? Such... despicable things. Human trafficking, blackmail, illegal imports, documents you've forged to win court cases and escape lawsuits. How could you be so young and yet you already represent the worst of society?"

Her gaze intensified and then she smirked. "Your father is going to disown you. That I'm sure about. So the question is, do you want to go the route of your worst case scenario? Or are you going to listen to what I want?"

Tyler, even though still grimacing, pictured his father's face, etched with disappointment, the heavy silence that would follow the inevitable pronouncement.

Disownment. The word hung in the air, a death knell to his future, his identity. Even though he was a complete fuck up in every other way, Tyler, like every other son, saught his father's approval.

And with everything he knew could happen. Prison. Disgrace. Being disowned from the Mooney name — his entire identity, terrified him more.

"What do you want?" he said through gritted teeth.

"We want Trendteller approved. Now," Rachel said plainly. "And not just a passive approval. We want headliner support. Full strategic cooperation from Moon Enterprises for one fiscal year."

"Pfft. You're dreaming," he said.

"And your nightmare is about to begin," Rachel snapped. "You either sign this, or you can start waving to your father from a prison window."

Tyler looked at the phone in her hand, then tried to reach for it as fast as he could.

Rachel stumbled backwards, but caught herself on time, swiping her hand away. "Nuh uh. Even if you did take this phone from me, don't you think we would have backup? Think with your head, Tyler, even though I'm certain there's nothing in it."

Kara laughed, and a look from Amelia shut her up.

"What?" she shrugged. "It's funny."

Looking at Tyler's face of defeat, Rachel motioned to Kara. "Get me the contract, Kara."

Kara pulled a folded paper from her bra, unfolded it and handed it to Rachel. "All ready."

Lila and Amelia stared at her. "That's where you put it?"

Rachel then handed it to Tyler. "Sign it, Mr. Mooney. And we'll be on our way. We'll act like this never happened and we give you all the copies."

Tyler glared at them. "Promise me Darren Steele will never get his hands on that video."

Rachel scoffed. "You're that scared of him huh? Alright then, we promised."

Tyler hesitated, his hands shaking slightly. But in the end, he signed.

The moment the ink dried, the girls stood to leave.

Rachel flung the phone to him. "I was lying all along! That's the only copy." She mimicked drying her forehead. "Phew. I don't know what I would have done if you caught it back then."

With his eyes wide, phone in his possession, Tyler roared like a mad man and lunged after them.

The girls ran out of the door and bolted through the corridor.

Tyler followed. "GET THEM!" he howled from his room's door.

Two guards stormed after the girls.

"Run faster!" Kara yelled.

The girls sprinted, heels in hand, underwear-clad bodies flashing past the stunned patrons. A high-pitched scream echoed from somewhere. Tyler stumbled after them in his half-buttoned shirt, red-faced and livid.

A bulky man at the door— bald, mustached, arms crossed— watched them run past.

"You! What are you doing? Stop them!" Tyler yelled at him.

But surprisingly, the man peeled off his mustache.

"'Fraid not." Then he sucker-punched both guards in the face, dropping them flat.

Tyler froze. "What the hell?"

The man turned and left the building with the girls. They reached the truck out back while the man jumped into the front.

"Get in!"

They piled in, panting, hearts pounding.

Once they were gathered in the back, joining Sandy under the dim glow of the bus.

Then Lila started giggling. "You were lying about the video on the phone being the only copy, right? Or did we forget to make copies?"

Rachel leaned back in the seat, wiping sweat from her brow. Then smiled. "I was lying."

They all exploded into amused laughter as the truck roared into the night.

"Girls?"

"Yeah?"

"Let's never do that again."