"HE JUST CONFESSED."
Mal spoke out, rubbing her temple in distress. Saoirse jumped out of her hideout place, which was behind the couch, and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she stared at her friend.
"What...? Confessed what, exactly?"
"He just told me that she forced him to break up with me. He was speaking to me in French, and he practically told me everything. And then she began yelling and he had to hang up."
"Yeah, I heard that. So what are we going to do? We don't have any proof, and we still have to talk to Armie."
"Yes, I know. How about this? We finish the meeting with Armie tomorrow and we go straight to the police?"
Saoirse sighed, running her hand through her soft, blonde hair. "We still don't have any proof."
Mal then led her to her laptop and began clicking on the keyboard right away, opening a certain file in the process.
"Check again."
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"That's enough!"
Timothée panicked, then mouthed a small apology before pressing on a button, which made the screen go blank.
"You're not allowed to talk to this girl anymore. I don't even like her. I never liked her, and now she's trying to take you away from me, again!" Lily exclaimed, then stretched her hand out towards him.
"Hand over your phone."
Timothée sighed, then let out his phone from his pocket, and handed it over to her.
"I'm going to delete her number."
His eyes widened. He shook his head in denial, "No, Lily, come on!"
"What? You don't... Like her, do you? Ugh, Timmy, really? You can be so stupid sometimes."
He frowned at the words, and at her disgusted expression.
"She was getting between us, Timothée. You have to know that. Now, where were we before that bitch called?"
She smirked, then leaned in to kiss him firmly on the lips.
"You're mine, Timmy."
She whispered seductively, making him cringe at the words.
"Lily, I- I'm actually not in the mood for t-this right now."
She pulled away for a second with a frown, pouting.
"Aww, is Timmy shy? You won't be, anymore."
Leaning in, he expected her to kiss his lips again, but to his dismay, she kneeled a little to kiss the soft area around his neck.
"Lily, I..."
"Shh, Timmy. Just enjoy the moment."
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The two girls woke up early the next day, and got dressed into their normal day, baggy clothes, with sunglasses to cover up their faces as disguise.
"Okay, are you ready to go?" Saoirse asked her friend, who was fixing her leopard print satin midi skirt. Mal muttered a small reply, giving her a smile as they headed out of the door. They both followed each other to their car, which was a grey BMW M340i, and entered quickly so they wouldn't be seen by random people. Mal sighed and covered her face with her palms in distress.
"I can't believe we actually have to do this."
Saoirse sent her a sympathetic smile while gently touching her shoulder, making her look up. "Don't worry, Mal. It will be fine."
It was time to meet Armie Hammer.
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Mystery / Thriller"She's like a dragonfruit. She's beautiful on the outside, but she's a terrible, horrible person on the inside." IN WHICH, Mal didn't know why Timothée was acting strange. She later finds out the horrible truth. Trigger Warnings : Abuse, violent thr...
