Sitting on a table in a diner, waiting for the man who was about to dictate my fate was not something I thought I would be doing today. I was supposed to be out with my friends, preparing for my wedding.
However, I could not ignore what I saw last night. I could not explain how he had obtained the last picture he showed me. After analyzing it, I could easily identify that it was me in the picture, but the man was certainly not Nathan. It was him.
He could have fabricated it. Technology today could do that. Manipulate photos to appear different from their original state. It was not a farfetched idea since I had seen it done on the news and in some movies.
After thinking it through, I believed that it was fake and I would tell him that he could not fool me. I would not allow him to use me or blackmail me to do what he wanted.
