Anya met with Dalton at their usual spot, a dimly lit café. She handed him the device, a smug grin playing on her lips. "Here it is," she said, "the smoking gun."
Dalton's eyes lit up with excitement. He clicked play, and the video started. His heart pounded with anticipation as he watched the intimate scene unfold. "Perfect," he muttered, a sinister smile creeping across his face.
"You've done well, Anya," he said, handing her a thick envelope. "Consider this a bonus."
Anya pocketed the envelope, her eyes sparkling with greed. "You won't regret this, Dalton," she assured him. "I'll make sure they pay."
As she walked away, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had played her part perfectly, manipulating Ethan and securing her own future. She was a master of deception, a puppet master pulling the strings.