Show her the Onlyfans page.

“Alright, you want evidence? How’s this?” you tell Sabrina as you bring up her Onlyfans page on your phone.

“What’s this?” she asks, looking at the page with no recognition..

“This is your Onlyfans. The one where you take nudes and play with yourself for strangers on the Internet,” you tell her, not buying the act.

Sabrina snatches your phone and starts scrolling through the screenshots. “What?! That’s not me! I never did this!” she exclaims.

“Then how do you explain your office in the background?” you ask her, showing the office images. “That’s your desk, with your trinkets, right?”

Sabrina looks at the background and gasps. “Yeah… what the heck? Did you doctor fakes of me in my cubicle, John?!” she accuses.

“No, these are legit!” you tell her. “These are shots of you taken in your cubicle. I got this one today!” You bring up the polkadot upskirt photo with the markered heart on her belly. Sabrina looks at it for a second, then gives you a deadpan stare as she pulls up her blouse and yanks down her pants low enough to show a bare belly.

“That wasn’t me!” she insists. Her face has turned a darker shade of pink from all the embarrassment she is going through.

“You could have washed that off,” you counter.

“That’s my sharpie, it doesn’t wash away that easily,” she explains.

“I saw you with my own eyes!” you remind her. “No amount of excuses can explain that away.” Sabrina furrows her brow and shakes her head incredulously at you. You go on to refresh her memory. “You were almost caught by Furman and I covered for you, then you ran off to have lunch with your sister, remember?!”

Suddenly a moment of clarity hits Sabrina. She gasps at the realization. “That WAS my sister!” she tells you. “My twin sister. She had me wait over half an hour for her to show up!”

“Your wha?” you ask, taken aback.

“My twin sister, who looks exactly like me. She must have posed as me to get in then took nude photos in my cubicle!” she surmises. “That’s the only explanation for this.”

“Wait, you have a twin?” you ask.

“Yes!”

“You’re lying!”

Sabrina makes an exasperated gasp and pulls out her phone. She goes to her phone list and brings up a name. Katherine. There is a photo on the profile and it looks just like Sabrina.

“Woah… you have a twin…” you remark. Sabrina rolls her eyes.

“The person you saw doing all those things, was Katherine, not me,” she states.

“Well damn…” you say, trying to put the headshot over the nude pic. Sabrina snatches the phone away from you. You hold the nude pic up to Sabrina and compare it with her body. She self consciously pivots away and covers her chest, giving you an indignant squeal. “But that means she illegally trespassed on this property to commit lewd acts,” you note, rubbing your chin. “I’m sure there’s a bylaw she was breaking there too.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll deal with her,” Sabrina says, copying the Onlyfans account onto her phone.

“What are you going to do?” you ask.

“I’m going to give her a stern talking to!” she tells you with a determined look as she goes back to scanning documents.

A stern talking to doesn’t sound like nearly enough of a punishment for what Sabrina’s sister pulled. One word to the higher ups and she would be in deep trouble with the law and Sabrina could get pulled into the mess as well. Should you point that out to her? Or maybe suggest another form of punishment? Maybe you can convince Sabrina to get your money back for those Onlyfans requests.