Tiffany

You and your spouse live a lavish lifestyle. Your posh, five-bedroom home on three acres also boasts a smaller guest house, as well as a wedding pavilion that you have made a lucrative business out of with events being booked with you on a weekly basis. Tiffany, meanwhile, runs an accounting firm online and is the main source of your family revenue stream. Together you’re unstoppable and the envy of your highbrow community. The sound of an elderly man, screaming and wailing his horn out in front of the house shatters the silence one Sunday afternoon. Screaming for “bunny”, and insisting that she lives here, he is collected and hauled off by police. Tiffany, frightened by the experience, made herself scarce during the ordeal. The incident is written off as a random man with cognitive decline, acting out on delusions. You try to comfort Tiffany, but she is extremely shaken up, more so than you think makes sense for the bold and powerful woman you know her to be. Flustered, she pours some wine and asks for a little time to wind down out at the guest house where she plans to relax in the sauna. Reluctantly, you let her walk away. Moments later you walk into her office to tidy up for her, gathering up her lunch tray and a couple of water bottles. You do a double take as something on her screen catches your eye. A messaging app is open on screen with the message “Bunny? Are we going to have time today?” Your blood runs cold and you close the tab, only to reveal a webcam screen under that, the frozen image of some old guy left on screen after he logged out. You close that one, there’s another guy, and another, and another message window…all-in-all, there are dozens of older and elderly men, all of whom Tiffany has been interacting with. Investigating further now, you find the bizarre, awful truth. Tiffany is an online girlfriend for dozens of willfully ignorant men. Sitting in stunned silence, you don’t hear Tiffany coming back in.