Finally, I got passed it all and was now staring at the desktop. There were rows and rows of folders placed neatly across the screen. Most were labeled. Cameras, bills, things for his security company, two files labeled OF that I desperately tried to ignore. I know what OF stands for. And if I had more time, I'd get my hands on a flash drive just to copy those two folders.
Moving on!
Not one labeled folder was anything interesting. Unless he mislabeled on purpose. But there were a handful of folders that had no names at all. I took the risk and clicked the first one.
I was surprised to see that it was actually an app. Some kind of texting thing, but it was connected to an actual phone number. One I recgonized. And then I recognized the conversation.
It was between me and Delight. Howev
