SCARLETT

Alarick barged into the guest room where Charlotte was being held. He held a VCR in his hands and dropped it on the side table. Charlotte stood in shock at his abrupt entry. He walked closer to her causing her to scuffle backwards.

"What are you doing?"

"Are you ready to talk?" Alarick asked.

Charlotte folded her arms and sat down on the bed.

"I have nothing to say to you."

"Maybe you will when you see what I have."

Alarick turned on the television and plopped in the tape. The screen turned on and Charlotte's face popped up. The video showed when Dylan walked over to her table and joined her.

Alarick watched Charlotte as she looked dumbfounded. She started to wave her hands.

"No. Alarick, this isn't what it looks like."

Alarick pointed at her accusingly.

"I knew you were full of shit. You were seeing Dylan, at the Cafe near your firm. There is literally evidence to prove it."

"I swear, that isn't what happened. I did see him, yes but I didn't contact him to come."

Alarick scoffed.

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