Overtime Megan Leak Video Novels & Stories

as good as the first day of first grade. Neon: ~Not even close. I have gotten so spoiled working from home, here people just budge in~ Meghan: ~who are people?~ Neon: ~Very unwelcomed people. Why is there so much noise in the house, are you having a party without me?~ Meghan: ~I wish, Mom has been jamming it up since morning. I have a terrible headache.~ Neon: ~You have been having a lot of those lately, don't you want to have it checked out?~

The workload was relentless, leaving her drained by the time she got home midweek. Just as she set her bag down, her phone vibrated. A video from Franklin. The moment it played, Cassie’s vision blurred. Joyful tears gathered in her eyes before she could stop them.

Megan watch him leave. She was speechless. After all she did for him, how could he just look at her, and walk way, as if she stole something from him? She shook her head and whispered. "What a strange guy! She didn't want to touch her stomach again, for fear, that she might just begin to get too emotional. She has been doing that since she woke up from her unconscious state. She wanted to do something different, so she went online, and could see the comment online.

Beatrice walked up to Megan and said, “You will be haunted down like the dog you are.” Megan gasped in fear. “The CCTV have already stopped recording about thirty seconds ago. Nothing is recorded,” smiled Emily. Megan puffed angrily and walked out of the building.

The Potter family's bodyguards exchanged shocked whispers, stunned that their poised and dignified lady was secretly so depraved. Sean shot to his feet, bellowing, "It's fake, generated by AI! Jerome, you despicable rat! To push for divorce, you're resorting to these despicable tactics?" He jabbed a finger at Megan, adding, "You can't trick me. The woman next to you is a notorious hacker. Faking videos is child's play for her." Megan raised an eyebrow, clicking open another clip. "Is that so? Care to explain why you're shirtless at Martha's place at 3:30 in the morning?"

It didn't matter what the details were, If my theory was correct, I had just found an ironclad ground that I could use to completely ruin Arthur. I had captured a clip that could make me the undisputed Captain of the Hershey Bears and bring both Tyler and Arthur straight to my feet. “Whatever you say, bro,” I muttered into the line, cutting him off. “Enjoy yourself.” I swiped the screen, ending the call, and opened my hidden media folder to watch the twenty-second video file one more time. SLAM. The bedroom door suddenly barged open. I threw my phone under the mattress pillow as Megan strode into the room, her hair wrapped in a silk towel.

“You, who sat there like a marble statue while Layla was crying her heart out? I had to clean up a mess you created” “Since you decided it was the best idea to fire Aria over one mistake,” Megan started, voice sharp and brittle with fatigue, “I’ve been working my ass off trying to manage the kids and my job.” She was still in her oversized hoodie and pajama pants, but her face was made up—flawlessly. Like someone who had a full glam team. That’s the thing about Megan. Even when she’s falling apart, she looks camera-ready. Except now, behind the concealer and mascara, I could see the cracks forming.

"What about that mech and that land-based mechanical creature in the video? Don't tell me you haven't investigated it thoroughly." The minister in charge of intelligence immediately stepped forward. If he couldn't even answer that question, his head would probably roll. "Your Majesty, that mech belongs to the Hexian man who occupied the Odeist prefecture, and the mechanical creature should be his pet." "Then explain to me why he was at the seaside and what exactly happened there." The video was shot by a drone from an extreme distance, so the footage was blurry, and no details could be seen. "Your Majesty, in my opinion, the whale must have bombarded the Odeist prefecture because of that Hex

Eth informs her quietly. Megan takes my phone back and proceeds to dial what I think is Kyler's number. "Kyler! You better tell me right now that you did not just sign a year-long lease on a fucking studio apartment!" We hear her shout into the phone as she walks down the hall and slams her bedroom door shut. "I'm sorry. I always have you on speaker." I groan.

"Mom called for an emergency family meeting." "Fuck no." "Theo." "Oliver, I've had enough of this shit to last me a lifetime," I proclaimed. "I'm sick and tired of having people shove their whole fists up my ass. It's my fucking life. Am I not entitled to some privacy?" "It's about your fate as CEO of the company, Theo. I thought you might want to hear this."