Lust in Ecstasy: Love, Lies and Revenge-Chapter 27 -

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Chapter 27: Chapter 27

I knew Eric was a crazy person, from the way he handled things. Like the time he got out of paying a 500k fine... that he absolutely deserved by walking into the courthouse during one of his Father's high profile case.

Most people would've just paid the fine. Not Eric.

Instead, he sat in on a few hearings, watched how the lawyers argued, then strolled up to the clerk's office and talked his way into a meeting with a junior prosecutor. In ten minutes, he had them convinced the sign on the courtroom was misleading, the fine was issued unfairly, and if they didn't drop it, he'd drag the city into a lawsuit so tedious it wasn't worth the trouble.

They dropped it.

When I asked him later how the hell he pulled that off, he just shrugged. "People don't care about being right, Ladi. They just want the easiest way out. Give them that, and they'll always give in."

And that was Eric. Not even a lawyer yet but already thinking like one. He could talk circles around anyone, twist a conversation in his favor, and make you feel like agreeing with him was your idea all along.

And right now, he was using all of that on me. I knew this, but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

"You ain't got a damn thing to worry about, mate. Just show up and look pretty... I'll handle the rest," Eric said, taking a big bite of his pizza.

We left the arcade earlier after I kept yelling at him, calling him crazy for even thinking he could pull something like that off. We ended up drawing attention to ourselves, so he suggested we leave and head to the nearest restaurant.

"But how? We don't even have the evidence you're on about... The videos are all gone, the posts have been deleted," I said, scrolling through my feed on Twitter unable to find any trace of the posts.

"And what's that tell ya, then? Use that tiny brain o' yours." He said pointing to his head.

A brief silence hung between us before my eyes widened. "Those fuckers took the videos down," I muttered, the realization hitting me. My gaze sharpened. "Oh my God, you're right... He knows what his son did and he's scrubbing everything to dodge any controversy that could screw up his election."

"Exactly! One moment, I'm watchin' you gettin' decked, next thing gone. Like the bloody thing never existed." Eric responded snapping his fingers.

"Took ya bloody long enough to clock on. You're a bit slow, but at least you ain't a total muppet." He added.

I squinted at him and said, "You know, you really don't have to insult me every chance you get."

Adjusting in my seat, I continued, "So, how do you plan on getting the video now? I'm guessing you already have some plan cooked up, judging by how unbothered you look."

Eric shot me one of those unsettling looks again.

"Ain't you supposed to be a hacker?" he said, voice laced with sarcasm. "And if you ain't up to the task... well, we'll just go straight to the source, assuming those bastards haven't got to 'em first."

"Okay, first of all... I don't use my hacking skills for anything that could get me in trouble and...,"

"But you got your uncle in deep shit, and he came runnin' to my old man for help," Eric interjected.

"Will you please let me talk and drop the accent already? It's starting to piss me off," I said, trying to sound polite, though my tone was anything but.

"Ouuu, bit scary, eh?" Eric mocked, grinning. But when he noticed I wasn't smiling, he sighed and raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright... I'll stop."

"Thank you," I faked a smile before continuing.

"Secondly, I'll have to breach Twitter's backend nothing too crazy, just a little backdoor entry through an old API exploit. Then, I'll sift through the cached data, see if the videos are still floating around in their servers. If they've been properly wiped, I'll have to dig deepermaybe scrape metadata from archived tweets or find a way into the admin panel."

I glanced at him, smirking. "Of course, that's assuming they didn't nuke everything. In that case, we go for plan B, tracking down whoever uploaded the video in the first place and getting it straight from them."

Eric stared at me blankly, clearly not catching a single word I just said. After a few seconds, he spoke, "In English, please."

"I'm gonna break in, dig around, and see if the video's still there. If not, we find whoever posted it and get it from them. That simple enough for ya, sunshine?"

"I'm going to need my laptop, though. I can't just use any random one."

"Yeah, good thing I brought one, ya muppet," he said. "Come on then, it's in the car."

He stood up and headed for the door. I quickly stuffed the last bite of pizza into my mouth, grabbed my drink, and followed him out.

We got to the car, and he swung open the back door, pulling out a brand-new laptop.

"Ain't Christmas no more, but it's still Boxing Day, eh? Thought I'd do somethin' nice for ya," he said, handing it over with a smug grin. "Merry Christmas."

I collected and stared at the laptop in my hands, blinking a few times, half-expecting him to snatch it back and say he was joking.

"You're serious?" I asked, admiring the laptop.

Eric smirked. "What, can't a bloke do somethin' nice without you questioning it?"

I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. "I just... wasn't expecting this."

"Yeah, well, don't get all soppy on me," he said, giving me a firm pat on the back. "Now, you gonna stand there gawkin', or are we gonna get to work?"

I ran my fingers over the laptop, still processing the fact that he actually got me one.

"Does it have all the modifications I'll need though?" I asked, glancing up at him.

Eric scoffed. "What kinda daft question is that? 'Course it does. Custom OS, encrypted drives, preloaded with all the fun little toys you techy bastards like. Ain't some off-the-shelf crap, mate."

"You cheeky bastard... you really had it all planned out, didn't you?" I said, shaking my head.

Eric smirked, leaning against the car. "What can I say? I'm a bloody mastermind."

"I'd give you a hug, but you seem to be in your British arc... and you Brits don't do hugs, so..." I paused, then nodded. "Thank you, man. Seriously."

I extended a hand, and he eyed it for a second before shaking it.

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"Yeah, yeah, don't get all weepy on me," he muttered. "Just don't break the bloody thing."

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