But it’s a house of cards, Mr. Rossi.
If enough people come forward, we can take it down.”
For a moment, I’m speechless. The memory of what Alexia tried to do to me burns like an old scar. The lies she spun, the way she twisted the truth to suit her narrative…
I’d thought it was personal, a targeted attack. But now, knowing I wasn’t the only one? It’s infuriating and, oddly, relieving all at once.
It’s a money grab, I’m sure.
She wants to bribe people to pay her off. She wants the attention that comes with going public, especially in my situation.
How many magazines paid her a fortune for an interview?
“What do you need from me?” I ask.
“A statement, for starters. Something to corroborate what we already know. It’s important to show a pattern; your story could encourage others to come forward. There’s strength in numbers.”
I lean back, running a hand over my face. “Yeah, I’ll do it. If it helps stop her from doing this to anyone else, I’m in.”
Lawson’s relief is palpable, even through the phone.
“Thank you, Mr. Rossi.
This isn’t an easy thing to do, but your courage could make all the difference.
If we’re successful, Alexia Carter could face serious consequences.
We’re talking about the possibility of a life sentence for her crimes.”
A life sentence.
The weight of it settles over me. She tried to ruin my life, and now it’s her own life that might be on the line. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a grim satisfaction at the thought.
“Do you want a written statement?”
“No, if you don’t care that I record, I can get everything over the phone now, and then we’ll be done. I may have questions, but for the most part, I’m trying to establish a pattern.”
“Certainly.”
“Start from the beginning, how you met and when things spiraled out of control.”
I do as he asks, starting from the initial meeting where his ex-boyfriend was abusive and they got into a fight.
“If I can interrupt, do you have a name for this gentleman?”
“I believe she called him Eric. I can get a photo of him, though. We went back to get all of that because she said she was worried he’d come there to kill her.”
“This sounds familiar,” he sighs. “I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s the same man and just part of her scam.”
I blow out a breath.
How disgusting.
“I gave her a job after telling her that I didn’t want a relationship with her.
She started trying to file sexual harassment charges through whoever she could.
She claimed that I came on to her, made her feel uncomfortable, etc.