Hope followed Mike’s wife down the corridor to her office. Anne slammed the door behind them. “Ms. Taylor, I’m not one for games so I will cut straight to the chase. I want to know what it will take for you to go away.”
Hope was dumb-founded. She struggled to find the right words to say but could only manage, “I don’t know what you mean.” Suddenly, the confidence she had felt earlier seemed to vanish.
Anne slowly moved behind her desk and took her seat crossing her arms never losing eye contact with Hope. “Do you expect me to believe you came all the way from Tybee to check on a client because you were concerned about him?” 
Hope sat down across the desk from Anne, “That’s exactly what I expect you to believe because it’s the truth.”
Anne stood up and walked over to a bookshelf and returned with a manila folder and threw it onto her lap, “Take a look at these and tell me that again.”
Hope’s fingers fumbled with the flap of the envelope because down deep she knew what was inside. Her worst fear realized. She slowly pulled out countless photographs which seemingly told the entire story of her affair with Mike. Pictures of Mike entering her home. His lips on her neck. The real estate office. Her legs wrapped firmly around his waist. There were so many damn photos.