Bravo Bodycheck - Pics Fixed

“You’re Cassian Bravo. You have sixteen million followers. In one hour, you’re going to post a picture of yourself right now. No makeup, no filter, sitting on your sad beige couch in that ratty hoodie. And the caption is going to be: ‘Bodycheck pics? Here’s a real one. Yeah, I’ve been messy. Yeah, I’ve been sad. But I’m still here. And nobody—nobody—extorts my family.’ ”

The notification light on Lena’s phone pulsed an urgent, angry red. She ignored it, just like she’d ignored the fifty-seven other alerts in the last hour. Instead, she stared at the three words glowing on her laptop screen: bravo bodycheck pics

“They’ll respect you,” Lena said. “While you’re doing that, I’m calling the FBI. Rusty crossed state lines with those images—that’s interstate extortion. I already have his IP from the email.” “You’re Cassian Bravo

“Then what? My girlfriend will see that picture with the other girl. That was a low night after we lost the conference finals. Nothing happened, but she won’t believe—” No makeup, no filter, sitting on your sad