“What the fuck?” she said. “Are you listening to me somehow? How the hell do I disable the microphone on a laptop?” Well, I’m certainly not telling you, I sent back. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself, you son of a bitch,” she snarled. Immensely, I responded, adding a smiley face emoji for good measure. “I am going to find you, and I am going to make you regret this.”
