There’s a video attachment and it plays automatically, as soon as I open the email.
My dread morphs into horror.This video looks like amateur porn, with bad lighting and a bad angle.
One thing is clear in it, though—Ella.Her face is visible, although the guy fucking her is careful to keep his own face out of the camera.
The guy fucking her isn’t me, and it isn’t Sebastian.I recognize the guy’s wiry frame.I recognize the guy’s shirt.I recognize the fucking background, for fuck’s sake.
Even as the realization hits, I’m already dialing our IT department.
“Mr.Tyler,” one of the techs says.Kristen, by the sound of her voice.“There’s something going to everyone’s email—”
“Shut it the fuck down,” I say.“Now.”
“But people won’t be able to check their messages, it’ll slow down the whole—”
“Shut it down,” I repeat.“We’ll worry about the rest later.”
“And clients?”
“They’ll have to wait for this.Please don’t ask me anything else.Shut it down before it goes to anyone else.”
“Okay,” she says, sounding unsure.
A second later, the screen in front of me disappears.I exhale.
The other line starts ringing immediately—that will be one, or more, of my employees, calling to report that something’s gone wrong with the servers.Or it could be a disgruntled client, upset that the information they usually have at their fingertips, suddenly isn’t there.
What a shit show.
“Can you get rid of the message?”I ask Kristen.
“Yes,” she says.“It’ll take a little while.”
“How long?”
“I don’t know.”
“Can people access the message from their personal accounts?”I don’t know shit about technology—which is why it’s so important I hired people like Kristen.People I can trust.
“No, not with everything shut down here.”
“Okay.”I exhale.Fuck.Fuck.I want to kick things.
“Kingston?”she says.
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to hang up now, so I can do my job.”
“Right.Call me once it’s done.”
“Will do.”
I end the call.I have to take deep breaths to keep from throwing my phone across the room.This is not only an embarrassment to my company, to have shit like this circulating, but it’s an incredible violation to Ella.That’s the worst part.It’s her face on there, her body.And things like this…if it gets out, it could be floating around on the internet for fucking ever.
I won’t stand for that.
There’s only one person who could be directly responsible for this—and that’s my son, Joel.
