BEHIND ENEMY LINES

Richard paced back and forth in his dimly lit apartment, his heart racing as he clutched his phone in one hand. The events of the past few days had spiraled out of control far beyond what he had anticipated. He had been a pawn in a larger game, a game orchestrated by Chloe, and now, he found himself on the losing side. His hands were shaking as he dialed Chloe’s number, his mind racing with anger, fear, and confusion.

The phone rang twice before she answered. Her voice was cold, detached, as if she had been expecting his call. "What do you want, Richard?" she asked, her tone laced with impatience.

"Chloe," Richard began, trying to keep his voice steady, "why did you post mine and Amelia's nude pictures are on the internet? That wasn’t part of the plan. You promised me—"

"Excuse me?" Chloe cut him off sharply, her voice now tinged with anger. "You don’t even have the right to call me and speak to me in such a way. Are you out of your senses, or what?"

Richard’s heart pounded in