My head was beginning to throb.
“Ky, it was Celine,” Becka repeated, but this time even she sounded a bit baffled, like she couldn’t believe she’d been right.
“How do you know? I can’t imagine that report was pubic information.”
“She confessed the whole thing to Clara-Beth! Clara-Beth is a lot of things, but discreet ain’t one of them. Celine had a big, secret meeting with upper management, and when she came out, she just broke down in the corridor. Everyone knows.”
Becka sounded breathless, and I paused, letting each word sink in.
I heard the words, I understood the words. What made my head swim was the ‘why’ of it all.
“But… why?”
“Because she’s a big, dumb assh-”
“Becka” I cried, laughing. “That doesn’t answer the question! Focus!”
Becka snorted as she shook her head ruefully.
“Okay,” she took a breath. “I have the scoop, but be prepared, it is monumentally dumb.”
I cleared my throat, sat up straighter, and solemnly said, “I am prepared.”
“Remember when you asked me if Trevor Kyle and Celine were, ‘together’?” Becka said, and then snapped her jaw closed as though trying to trap a laugh with aspirations of escape.
“No!” I gasped. “I was right?”
“No!” Becka cried, and the laugh escaped.
I blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I shouldn’t laugh,” Becka said, sobering up slightly, although her lips still puckered with a restrained grin. “No. They are not an item. But according to Clara-Beth, Celine thought they were, which is why she leaked the footage.”
“I’m lost,” I confessed. “How are those things related?”
Becka waved a hand at me. “I’m getting to it, hang on.”
She took a breath, and I watched as her mouth relaxed and she collected her thoughts.
“Let’s start from the top,” she said as though reciting a speech. “TK turned on the cameras to catch you in the act. He then uploaded the footage to the shared Pisces servers, but then he was put on leave, meaning he wasn’t there when the footage was leaked externally in January.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m all caught up, Becka, I lived through this.”
“Hush, I’m making it make-sense.”
I held up my hands.
“This is what we know now – and again, this is from the horse’s mouth–”
“Via Clara-Beth’s mouth,” I cut in.
“–and according to said-horse, Trevor Kyle told her to send the footage to some guy he knew that worked for one of those celebrity magazines.”
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
“Right? So because she’s so in love with Trevor,” she paused briefly to mime sticking her fingers down her throat, and gagging, “she emailed the file to herself, and then sent it to Trevor’s guy. That’s how the footage left the building. Ta da!”
My eye twitched.
