*Shelby*

The next day at my internship went so slowly as I waited for the clock to strike 5:00. As I sorted through countless files, all I could think about was the story the blackmailer was threatening to leak. It was a lie about how Todd and I had stolen the answers to multiple tests back when we were at NYU.

The blackmailer claimed that Todd had approached him with the story explaining that I made him break into the professors’ offices to ...