Lovi’s jaw clenched with determination as he opened Cora’s email contact in his phone and attached the compromising video file to a new ssage. But before hitting the send button, he paused and began typing out a ssage that would accompany the damning footage, his fingers moving quickly across the touchscreen keyboard.
The ssage read: "I really need to have a serious conversation with you as soon as possible, and this is not negotiable. I’ll be sending you the exact address of where I want this conversation to be held shortly after you receive this email. Make absolutely sure that you co alone to this eting, because what we need to discuss is going to be extrely personal and private between just the two of us - nobody else can be involved or even know about it."
Lovi paused, reading over his words to make sure they conveyed the right mixture of threat and urgency. Satisfied, he continued typing.
"I want you to understand that I never wanted to do sothing like this to you, Cora. I truly didn’t. But you pushed to this extre with your behavior and your choices, so now you’re going to have to deal with the consequences of your actions. I’m giving you just twenty-four hours from the mont you read this ssage to literally respond to and co to et at the location I specify, and you better co accordingly and on ti, or else this video goes public for the entire world to see."
At that mont, that was when Lovi, feeling completely satisfied with himself and the trap he had just set, finally hit the send button with a decisive tap of his finger. The email disappeared from his outbox with a soft whooshing sound, and imdiately a sense of dark satisfaction washed over him as he nodded to himself with this smug expression spreading across his face.
"Well, without even being told, I already know that Cora is definitely going to co running the mont she sees what I just sent her," he muttered to himself confidently, leaning back against the car seat with the air of soone who believed they had just played the most brilliant chess move of their entire life.
"At least this is my golden opportunity to finally get exactly what I want before it completely slips away from forever."
His eyes hardened with resolve as he continued his private monologue.
"I will never allow such a good opportunity like this to just slip away from my grasp without doing sothing about it. Not after everything I’ve been through, not after all the ti I’ve spent waiting and watching and hoping. I will absolutely never allow sothing this valuable to just disappear like that without a fight."
So imdiately, almost like a man possessed by restless energy and nervous anticipation, Lovi started drumming his fingers rhythmically against the surface of his phone, tapping out an unconscious beat as he counted down the minutes and hours, waiting with barely contained excitent for Cora to open her email and respond to his carefully crafted threat. Every few seconds his eyes would dart back to his phone screen, checking obsessively to see whether the ssage had been read yet, whether those little notification dots would change to indicate that Cora had opened his email and was now sitting sowhere in complete shock and panic.
**
anwhile, inside Oliver’s sleek luxury car that was gliding smoothly through the city streets, Cora was still watching Oliver with this expression of quiet admiration and growing curiosity on her face. She had been observing him carefully ever since they left the restaurant, marveling at how incredibly bold and self-assured he carried himself even after everything that had just transpired with Penelope back there.
He wasn’t even slightly rattled or disturbed by any of it. Even though Cora had literally spelled out in detail exactly what Penelope was capable of doing - the dia connections, the business sabotage, the public humiliation campaigns - Oliver hadn’t even flinched. His confidence hadn’t deteriorated by even a single fraction. He sat there behind the wheel looking completely unbothered, like a man who had faced far bigger challenges than Penelope’s petty threats and had co out victorious every single ti.
Cora was about to open her mouth to say sothing to Oliver, sothing about how she was genuinely beginning to feel a lot better about the whole bet situation, when all of a sudden her phone vibrated in her handbag and made that distinctive sound that indicated a new email notification had just arrived in her inbox.
She paused, her hand freezing midway through reaching for her glass of water that she had brought from the restaurant.
Cora knew very well that she didn’t receive ssages through her personal email on a regular basis - her email address was sothing she kept extrely private and professional, reserved only for the most important communications that required her direct and personal attention.
So whenever her email did sound with a new notification, it had to be sothing genuinely significant and worth paying attention to imdiately.
So without hesitating, she decided to quickly check her email first before saying whatever it was she had been about to tell Oliver. She reached into her handbag and pulled out her phone, unlocking the screen with her fingerprint and navigating to her email application with practiced ease.
That was when she saw it.
The na sitting in her inbox made her stop completely and stare at the screen with wide eyes - it was Lovi’s na attached to the email address, bold and unmistakable against the white background of her inbox. The sight of it made her genuinely curious and deeply surprised at the sa ti, because for the life of her, she could not rember ever giving Lovi her personal email address.
Their Job had ended, and whatever communication still existed between them went strictly through professional channels. Even if Lovi had sothing urgent he desperately needed to say to her or discuss with her, she had clearly established boundaries. He should have contacted her secretary through the proper channels like any other person would have done - why on earth was Lovi sending her a direct email to her personal account? How had he even gotten this address in the first place?
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