CHAPTER EIGHT ~ SOMEONE KNOWS

"someone knows" Judy muttered, her voice quivering as soon as she heard her sister's voice.

"what do you mean?" Violet asked almost annoyed. She hated when Judy made comments and failed to back them up with an explanation. How the hell was she supposed to know what about what someone knew?

"I just got a message on my Instagram right now with a picture of Jake and me walking into the club last night, what do I do Violet" she whispered the last part looking behind her to make sure no one was close enough to hear her.

"Where are you at?" Violet questioned calmly.

"I'm at Tracy's, I was supposed to have a shoot" Her voice sounded like she was about to cry which almost made Violet annoyed. She wondered when Judy would grow up and start handling her problems like an adult. She was twenty-two for Christ's sake, not a freaking child!

"Compose yourself, finish with what you are doing, I'll take care of it, and don't tell James about this" She hung up after Judy affirmed.

Slowly Judy slid down into a squat resting her head on her knees as her phone dangled on her hands. Questions kept running through her mind, What did they want? Who could be doing this to her?

Or had Stefan decided to use the information against her -Stefan was the owner of Club 88, where Judy had gone with a fellow influencer and he had ended up dying of an overdose-. Aside from Violet, he was the only other person who knew what happened after all he was the one to clear out the body.

She was barely putting her thoughts together when she heard her name being called. She turned to see Nancy, her manager staring at her with an annoyed resigned look.

"Let's get this over with" Judy stood heading back to Tracy's. Nancy followed quickly, her legs rushing to keep up, while her face reflected the surprise she was feeling. She had come out to give Judy two options, one she could cancel the shoot but she would have to pay for the damages and two she could go ahead with the shoot. Knowing Judy, she had already thought option one was going to be more suitable, she hadn't been planning on this at all.

The shoot went without hitches, Nancy couldn't understand why Judy's compliance was spot on, she didn't complain at all and did as she was instructed. It was as if she had been reborn again. Though she couldn't get past the slumped shoulders and sober expression that graced Judy's face, almost like there was an impending doom in the air. It was almost like a spring of obedience was controlling her.

"What do I have after this?" Judy asked as she changed back to her regular clothes

Nancy seemed taken aback, she recovered quickly and rushed to respond. "you have the Sephora thing"

Sephora was opening a new store, to create publicity, they had invited several influencers to their opening, which would give them the visibility they needed. Opening a new store was one thing and getting people to come was another, but they were smart enough to know influencers could help create the traffic they needed.

Paparazzi were lined outside the streets across Sephora; Judy pulled on her dark shades to cover her face properly, something which surprised Nancy. Usually, Judy lived for these moments when she could be photographed in a magazine, so she could cut a clip and brag about being in a popular magazine.

Judy stepped into Sephora, it felt like stepping into a sleek, modern beauty wonderland. The store was brightly lit, with rows of black and white displays showcasing a vast array of beauty products. The floors were a shiny, polished black, which contrasted with the white walls and bright lightening giving the store a contemporary feel.

"Why is trust fund bitch-princess" a short pink-haired girl with lots of freakish makeup asked loudly. She was dressed like Harley Quinn wanna be.

It wasn't a secret that Judy didn't like to work with other influencers. The only people she hung out with were influencers like her with over a million followers.

"I wonder" a blonde scoffed.

Judy ignored them and instead walked towards the makeup area. Just then a manager walked towards her.

"Judy Whitmore" the bubbly man exclaimed. "I can't believe I get to meet you, I'm such a fan".

He pulled her into a hug, which would have usually had her irritated, but she didn't seem to care at all, it was like her mind was somewhere else.

Soon every influencer got to work, soon the once bubbly atmosphere became even more bubbly as everyone moved around the room, doing what they knew how to do best.

Smiling brightly, Judy held up a bottle of Sephora foundation towards her phone screen. 'hey, Judy's army. It's your girl here, and today we are at the opening of the ultimate beauty playground –sephora! I'm super excited to take you on a tour and show you some of my absolute faves from their latest collection."

She went on to showcase other products in the video. As soon as she uploaded it, the video already had thousands of views in two minutes.

Soon everyone was whispering about it which made Judy feel smug, turning to the Harley Quinn wanna-be, she said with a smirk. "now you know why she's here, Harley Quinn wannabe"

"you just got lucky" The pink-haired girl retorted

"Oh then I guess lady luck just doesn't like you considering you haven't pulled any good traffic yet," Judy said. Leaning closer, she continued "Next time do everyone a favor and mind the business that pays you"

The bite that usually followed her harsh words was missing. 'if only she wasn't disoriented today, she would have taught her a lesson' Judy thought as she made her way to the exit.

"good job," Nancy said, as she started the engine of Judy's car

"yeah whatever, just take me home"

She was just about to let herself into her high-rise apartment when her phone beeped with the familiar tone of her Instagram notification. She opened it up to see that another text hand came from the @nightmarr that had sent her the pictures previously.

Her hands shook with nerves as she opened up the message.

 Nightmarr: I know what you did to Jake, if you want me to keep my mouth shut, wire $100 million into this address. You have 48 hours.

Judy slowly slides down her door putting her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming.

She couldn't understand why someone was doing this to her.