Harold's POV
I acted like I didn't catch the guilt flickering across Phoebe's face. Right there in front of her, I fired off the bloody footage to Hans.
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Just as Harold had predicted, the video knocked Hans completely sideways.
His secretary watched the way his mouth twitched out of control and couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Mr. Bailey, did that spook you?"
The footage was brutal as hell.
Anyone with a weak stomach wouldn't make it halfway through.
When Harold shot the video, he made sure to zoom in on the mangled, bloody limbs. The final result packed just as much punch as witnessing it firsthand.
"Spooked? I'm pissed at that little punk!" Hans slammed his phone down on the desk. "What's he trying to pull, sending me this? Is he telling me to hustle over and mop up their mess?"
The secretary fought back laughter. "Actually, what Mr. Harold Bailey pulled wasn't out of line."
