Perfect Timing
I worked as a security guard at an upscale condo complex. One night, during my shift, I helped a drunk resident to the elevator.
The next day, she went live with red-rimmed eyes and accused me of groping her.
Within three hours, people tracked down my personal information and plastered it all over the internet.
When Dad heard about it back in my hometown, he was so distraught that he suffered a stroke. He was rushed to the nearest hospital, but he didn't make it.
I posted the security footage online to prove my innocence.
The most-liked comment read, [Management edited this, right? Who knows what you did to her afterward?]
I went to confront her, but as I crossed the street, a dump truck ran a red light and sent me flying.
Just before I lost consciousness, a private message came through from her social media manager.
[Crystal says she'll take down the video if you admit what you did and pay her compensation.]
When I opened my eyes again, I was standing at the desk in the complex's gatehouse. It was one a.m., and the influencer wasn't home yet.
She had accused me of groping her when all I did was help her. This time, I wouldn't lay a finger on her.