“I'm glad somebody does.”
“Fuck both of y'all.”
Sianni laughed harder.
“Listen,” my agent continued. “Don't post anything. Don't respond to anybody. And tell Sianni the same thing.”
“She right here.”
“Good. Put me on speaker.”
I pulled the phone away from my ear and hit speaker.
“You on.”
“Sianni?”
“Hey.”
“First, I'm glad you're okay.”
“Thank you.”
“Second, I need you to stay off social media.”
Her face twisted.
“I didn't even post anything.”
“I know. And I want to keep it that way. No comments, no explaining yourself, no responding to people asking what happened. Let me see how far the video travels first.”
“Okay.”
“And Kyrie?”
“What?”
“That includes you.”
“I already heard you the first fucking time.”
“I'm making sure.”
Sianni covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.
I cut my eyes at her again.
“Anything else?”
“Yeah. Send me whatever you have showing Alexia was responsible for leaking those pictures.”
I frowned. “I ain't got shit.”
“Amani told me over the phone,” Sianni added.
“Was it a text? Recording? Anything?”
“No. He called me from a number I didn't recognize.”