Leilani glanced at the documents, her brow furrowing slightly. Carola Conner? Tamara’s lackey?
Callahan’s voice came through the phone, calm and composed. "Do you need me to handle Carola for you?"
Leilani shook her head, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. "Not for now. Before long, she’ll face the consequences of her own actions."
Two days ago, she had happened to accept a house call for the matriarch of the Conner family. The old lady had developed sudden leg issues and couldn't walk. Leilani was curious to see the look on Carola's face when she showed up at their door.
...
Although Carola had given the account management to Tamara, she wasn't careless enough to ignore it completely. She had been monitoring public opinion online.
After the post was taken down, a lingering sense of unease settled in her heart. Sitting in her bedroom, she repeatedly refreshed her feed, watching the tide of public opinion turn overwhelmingly in Leilani's favor. Her fingers unconsciously tightened around her phone. Even though she had given Tamara access permissions, the post had originated from her.
She thought about how the public had turned on Clive before, the insults and abuse hurled at Leilani. As one of the instigators, even she found it terrifying to watch. If they dug her out...
Carola grew more panicked the more she thought about it. She couldn't help but send a message to Tamara.
[Tamara, did you pay for those bots? You went too far! Now that the post is banned, people won't track this back to me, will they?]
Not long after the message was sent, Tamara called.

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