I took my girlfriend to a fancy dinner for our anniversary.

Ignored. Pressured for unlisted service fee.

Then another screenshot.

And another.

By the fifth, Martin reached for the papers.

I didn’t move them away.

“Where did you get these?” he asked.

“Your own review pages. Publicly available. I assumed you had read them before deciding Derek’s version was enough.”

Derek’s face flushed. “People lie in reviews all continue reading …