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It was Cassian, shirtless, in a locker room that wasn’t his team’s. A hotel, probably. The timestamp was from the playoffs two years ago. In the background, barely visible on a bench, was a small, clear plastic bag with a few pills inside. Nothing conclusive—could have been Advil—but the framing of the shot made it look like evidence. The second photo was worse: his arm around a girl who was definitely not his famous actress girlfriend. His eyes were glassy, his smile loose.

“The pills are allergy meds—I had a pharmacist check the shape. The girl is your cousin—I ran her face through a search. And the wall?” Lena paused, a rare flicker of softness in her voice. “That’s just a kid who didn’t know how to ask for help yet. Own it.”

It was the subject line of an email from an anonymous ProtonMail address. No text, just a link to a password-protected folder. bravo bodycheck pics

“Then what? My girlfriend will see that picture with the other girl. That was a low night after we lost the conference finals. Nothing happened, but she won’t believe—”

She smiled and typed back: “Just pay your invoice. And next time, don’t take mirror selfies in a rage-room.” It was Cassian, shirtless, in a locker room

Her phone buzzed one last time. Cassian: “You’re a legend. I owe you.”

“They’ll respect you,” Lena said. “While you’re doing that, I’m calling the FBI. Rusty crossed state lines with those images—that’s interstate extortion. I already have his IP from the email.” In the background, barely visible on a bench,

Her phone buzzed. Cassian.