Now standing in Harlow's apartment was Claudia, clad in a black long dress fitting her slim figure, she moved around the now scattered apartment, with broken objects and a bloodied floor as she searched for something. All she wanted was a little evidence she could hold on.
Something to show her father as proof of Harlow being a used girl. If Alanis had not involved himself last night, her plans would have worked perfectly. She would have soiled Harlow's name, ruined her, till she's forced out of the city. But she couldn't do that anymore.
Claudia's lips tightened into a thin line as she scoured the apartment, her patience wearing thin. Then her gaze landed on something. The camera.
"Yes," she hissed, rushing to pick it up. A triumphant smirk curved her lips, but it vanished almost instantly when she realized the damage.
The camera was soaked in water, its delicate parts destroyed beyond repair. And worse, the tape was gone.
