Chapter Nine
The TV is playing an old reality show. It is dated, everyone holding flip phones as if they are the biggest thing going. I barely notice. I am nervous about calling Justin. There are many ways to handle the conversation but none of them subtle. I am convinced that Rich is nothing but a glorified scam artist that must be dumping his money into gambling or some other vice. It explains why he needed the $100,000 back so quickly and suddenly before just leaking the tape. It explains why he is so hell bent on this production company and attaching himself to me like a parasite to make some cash.
I know I cannot be the only one he has treated this way. There must be others. And Justin has to be one of them. The signs point to it. If I can only get him to talk to me, to tell me some
