How To Get Clips For Edits Novels & Stories

"You idiot, don't you see? If there wasn't something sketchy happening, why would they delete everything?" "Some reporters keep backups. If the price is right, we can get it." Her assistant promised to try again, and Georgina hung up with a sinister smile. Eventually, her assistant couldn't find the complete video, but managed to purchase some clips and photos from an entertainment reporter at a steep price. "This is all I could get," the assistant said, handing over the material. Georgina watched the video eagerly. The first few minutes contained standard official questions, but around the three-minute mark, there was a turning point.

I opened the footage. It was a clip from the club. Not the full performance. Three to five seconds cuts joined together. Then there it was. The turn, the mask coming forward, my face in full stage lighting for the seconds before my hand came up. Someone had added a frame-by-frame slow motion to the middle section that made the fall of the mask slower and more deliberate looking than it had felt in real time. Then there was a side by side. The clip on the left. A photograph from the Crestwood college athletics page on the right. The kind of thing that took three minutes to make in a basic editing app and ten seconds to share.

Irina “See this? This glitch is an indication that the video was edited. They did it almost flawlessly, except for that part.” I averted my eyes from the IT expert and dumped it to Eve, who was keenly watching the screen next to me. “How long will it take for you to strip those layers? For the raw and unedited clip to come out?” I queried, bringing forth my gazes to him. He clicked a few things, unfolding how many layers were placed in the clip. Slowly bobbing, he confirmed something within himself.

Once we were back at the house, and I had locked myself into my room to 'work on my homework,' I repeated softly to myself, "Worth it!" Oh, man, those shower videos of my sexy sisters were so fucking hot! I watched them in fast-forward mode, at four times normal speed, just to figure out where to start and stop the clips before archiving them. I knew I wanted to save them to savor later. I also grabbed the clip of Hope getting ready for her morning classes. That one I watched at normal speed, since I knew she had gotten dressed quickly before taking me to school.

But I had the real story. I opened the videos I’d gotten from the club’s manager. Three clips: Kevin and Ginny entering the room, me walking into a different one, and a carefully edited version of the incident—with Kevin’s face blurred but Ginny’s voice clearly audible. Her tone, her shape, her mannerisms—it was unmistakably her. I didn’t need to show her face. Just enough detail to cast doubt. Just enough to make Kevin realize who he had really slept with. I uploaded all three clips. No commentary. Just timestamps.