Nothing...yet

Tammy woke up full of dread. She hardly got any sleep, her head was pounding and she still couldn't help but worry about what could possibly happen with her diary stolen. Of course, it was completely possible they didn't know who she was and just want to **** her for their own enjoyment. That was the best case scenario as far as she was able to conceive of. However, she checked her phone, expecting an anonymous message or email, but saw nothing.

It was Friday, so she had to get ready for work. She slowly went about her routine, knowing she usually got up early to make sure she was never late even if she dragged her feet. She got dressed and drove to work. All day, she would periodically check her phone for anything from a blackmailer, and grew increasingly anxious as it turned up with nothing. What if they didn't want to **** her and just gave it to the police? What if they sent it to her boss?

Yet, nothing of the sort happened. She didn't get a call from the cops, no breaking news reports about her fraudulent story or accusations from coworkers or her boss. She sighed as she saw the clock at the end of the day. She gathered her things and left the office. Maybe it wasn't going to be as bad as she thought?