The Plan

They studied a photo of Madison.

"What else do you know about her?" asked Freddy.

"She's incredibly vain, especially about her hair. She did a photo shoot for her salon in exchange for free services and has the photos hanging up in her room.

Freddy jotted that down. "Hair, got it. Anything else?"

Nothing I can think of other than what I've already told you.

Freddy managed to hack into Whitney's social media. "OK, the sorority is having its 60th annual gala with the Alpha Beta frat a week from Saturday.

"Oh my god. That would be the perfect event to humiliate her at."

Several hours later, the two looked at a bottle of very expensive shampoo that had been laced with a combination of blue dye, matching the color of the shampoo and a powerful depilatory cream with some floral scent to mask the smell. Freddy typed up a professional looking letter with the shampoo company's letterhead.

Miss Winters, we have noticed your online presence. Would you do us the honor of trying our shampoo then going online to talk about how much you love it in exchange for a year's free supply of our entire hair care product line?

Freddy forged the company president's signature.

The bottle was boxed and mailed to the sorority house.

"Won't she notice the local post-mark?" asked Freddy.

"Her, no? Do you if she sees the sender's name?"

"I guess not."

"Yep, and even if she's bald with her head dyed blue, she'll never miss the gala, so I'm guess the most realistic wig she can find, then it's time for the next phases."