Page 14 of Dream Cum True
“How much cash do you have immediate access to?” I asked him.
“What?”
“Have you checked your email?”
“You know I only look at work shit at work. Wassup? Why do you need money?”
“I might need bail money.”
“Nigga, stop talking in circles and tell me what the fuck is going on.”
“Raven hacked into my email and sent videos of us having sex to everyone in the company.”
Javon stared at me briefly, as if he was waiting for more. When I didn’t continue, he said, “Oh, you’re serious?”
“Yeah, nigga. I haven’t checked my email and didn’t see the videos, but I know she sent them.”
He pulled out his work phone and swiped across the screen a few times. Seconds later, I heard a woman moaning and screaming my name.
“Oh, shit!”
I snatched his phone away to see for myself. At first glance, the man on the screen looked like me. The woman in the video wasn’t Raven, but I’d never seen her before in my life. The longer I watched, the more something seemed off.
“This shit ain’t real,” I said, more to myself than Javon.
“It looks real as hell to me. Who’s ol’ girl?” he questioned.
“I’ve never seen this woman before.”
“Damn. I remember you saying Raven worked in technology, but what exactly does she do?”
“She’s some kind of tech consultant. She’s into the shit, but that’s all I really know.”
“And you’re sure she’s responsible for this?”
When I returned from vacation, Javon’s vacation started. We didn’t talk much outside of work unless we met up for food and drinks. I may as well had been under a rock since everything happened. I’d been so busy getting my house back in order that I hadn’t updated him or Dutton on what happened. I took out my phone and went to the videos and pictures I’d taken.
“Just keep swiping to the left.”
“What the hell? Is this your house?”
“Yeah. That’s what I walked into when I got home from Punta Cana.”
“Damn! You think Raven did this?”
“I’m positive, but the police are investigating.”
“Y’all broke up months ago, and she’s still on this bullshit?”
“She’s been quiet for a minute, but I should’ve known she was up to something. The restraining order has kept her awayfrom me physically, but when she can touch me without coming near me, that restraining order don’t mean shit.”
He handed me my phone. “How do you plan to handle this?”
“I don’t know. The police are already involved, but this has been a long, slow process. I’ll let them know about this, but I’m sure it’ll take a while to prove this is AI.”
He shook his head. “I hate you’re going through this, bruh. Let me know if I can do anything.”
“Brentwood put me on paid leave until this is solved.”
