195 Camilas dirty secre (1/2)
Ben confirmed with his mind.
[Think of your target. In three seconds, the item will lock that person as your choice, and turn into damning evidence against them]
Glancing at Camila across from him, Ben made his choice. Yet, a second later, he realized there was a problem.
'Yamero!!!' For some reason, in his mind, appeared Hillary Clinton!
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Ben's face changed. 'Stop it brain! You trying to get me assassinated?!?'
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At the last moment, he managed to refocus his mind back on Camila. That's because in his subconscious, he realized one more piece of damning evidence would be worthless anyway, since no one bothered to read the emails…
As he activated the item, Ben watched as the blank page of the blackmailer's magic evidence filled with black ink. Not wanting Miyuki at his side to notice, he turned it down for a few seconds, pretending to scrutinize the backside…
A few moments later though, he peeked at the front, and saw the ink had dried. That's when he viewed what it turned into. 'A high school transcript?'
It was the document every high school student gave to a university when they applied.
During this time, Camila had watched Ben make a series of odd facial expressions in succession. 'Is he constipated?'
She was growing confused and impatient. ”What are you doing idiota? What's that in your hand?”
Ben ignored her though, as he read the document. He understood its significance as well, because the name on the top—was Camila's! 'For this to be evidence against her, it could only mean one thing.' He gazed at a particular section of the document, and discovered the truth she'd been trying to hide: 'She's embarrassed to have been in the Chess Club!'
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Smirking with confidence, he knew he held her weakness in his hand. ”You think you have evidence on us?” Ben flipped the document to face her so she could appreciate the bad news.
Reading the contents on the paper, Camila's face turned as pale as a nun's buttcheeks!
He smiled, not needing his body language knowledge to recognize the document terrified her. He pointed to the transcript. ”You see the D's on here?”
She blinked. ”D's?” She didn't remember getting such low grades in classes.
Ben smirked. ”Deez nuts.”
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He leaned back on Miyuki's bed. ”Got heere…”
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Camila didn't care about the joke though, because her mind was racing. ”How do you have this?”
Ben snorted. ”Do you think you're the only one that comes prepared?” He came prepared with a system!
She knew this situation was terrible because she understood what this evidence represented better than anyone! ”You can't show that to anyone!”
Ben raised an eyebrow. ”What's wrong? Are you afraid they'll find out…”