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“I’m not a—”
I whipped around to face her. “I’ve read your feed. Eight million people are watching your videos on a consistent basis. That’s celebrity status.”
“Her following has boomed, actually. More like eleven,” Poe corrected.
“Great.”
Chaos snapped her mouth shut and folded her arms. She looked so damn small and defenseless in the executive chair, but I shoved that dark thought aside.
“So, what did you find? It has to be more if you called me in without any details.”
Aidan leaned back in his chair. “You’re right. More than one person has paid for this information. Six that I’ve found so far.”
“Six.” Willow sat forward.“What?”
“Apparently, watching a celebrity’s every move is a hot commodity. I was tempted to check out the Jason Momoa cam I found, but I resisted.” Poe’s attention stayed on her screen. “Most of the details are of the photo variety.”
A startling number of photos came up with Willow at a cafe, on the farm, outside of her apartment, and some in a park. A bunch were from the Christmas Tree Farm during the insanity from Clay’s own viral video.
And this was why I was barely on social media. Everyone wanted a piece of you, and they weren’t happy with what you shared, they wanted invasive, intimate moments.
“I found the standard fare—fan videos, remixes, and fangirl accounts. Wil’s Way keeps growing exponentially, with the public interest to match.” Poe rattled off the details as if it was a shopping list.
“I didn’t know about even half of these.” Chaos seemed oddly fascinated by the screens.
Frame after frame of accounts and photos made my chest tighten until the urge to flee had me bristling with anger.
“People are clever and mostly harmless. A bit more fixated than I like, but the world we live in allows for such things. Fandoms are easily found if you have a bit of knowledge. Add in social media accounts and hashtags to find one another and well, it’s a lot. There are also accounts who just literally rip off work for their own uses. Makes our jobs more difficult every day.” Aidan stood. “But the video cameras are concerning. Photos, there isn’t much you can do.”
“How did I not know they were taking the photos though?” Chaos was hugging herself again.
“Telephoto lenses, long ranges even on our cell phones these days—take your pick. Hell, if you’re good enough with a drone, you can get some serious video feeds. Which is what worries me. Small cameras are affordable and can be rigged up with a Bluetooth connection if you’re savvy enough.”
“And they’re definitely savvy,” I muttered.
More than one.
I was already on edge at one or two people who looked hinky on her socials, but an underground network of people?Fuck.
“We’ll keep digging. But you’re right to be worried about someone knowing your home address and Clay’s address.” Aidan glanced at Chaos’s bag lying on the table. “Did you happen to bring your electronics?”
She nodded. “Laptop and iPad. Of course, my phone too. That’s all I usually use. My camera wirelessly uploads to my cloud accounts for my videos.”
“Poe will rig your devices with some proprietary software she’s designed, so it’s not on the market. Should make it harder for people to hack.”
Gritting her teeth, Chaos curled her fingers around the strap of her bag.
“I found some of your unpublished videos online too.” Grimly, Poe looked at Chaos. “Someone got into your cloud account. I’d bet money on it.”
“Dear God.”
I stood behind Chaos’s chair. “You’ll fix it?”
Poe nodded. “Give me an hour and I’ll have you all buttoned up. Then I’ll show you how to use it.”
Chaos pushed her bag across the table, then she rattled off her passcode.
“We have some new software that will make it harder to get into your devices as well. Thumbprint and facial recognition.” Aidan glanced at me. “Can we talk a minute?”
