Summary- Strange things are happening at Spectra. Who is behind it and why?

Disclaimer- I don't own the characters or the settings. I only own the plot.

A/N- I only have about half an idea where I'm going with this, but i'll try to update as often as possible.

B&B

Sally Spectra sat at her desk, scrolling through her phone. It was pretty quiet in the building except for the creepypasta narration playing on her laptop. She loved listening to scary stories about carnies because it reminded her of her parents, and her Aunt Sally, who was a closet horror junkie.

There was a knock at the door, interrupting her thoughts. "Yes?" She called, pausing the video.

Saul walked in and went straight to the scanner on the wall. "I noticed the fabric was a little disorganized last night, so I'll be in the storage room for a while." He said, after scanning his ID badge to clock in.

Sally looked at the clock. He was ten minutes early, as usual. "Well, Grams is out getting breakfast for everyone, so make sure you take a break for that." She told him.

"Just let me know when." Saul said, as he headed out the door and down the elevator to the storage room.

When he got there, he pulled all the fabrics off the shelves and piled them up in the middle of the room. Then, he began sorting through the pile, starting with the neutral colored cotton fabrics.

Back in the main office, Sally had switched to a different creepypasta video and was now drawing in one of Coco's sketchbooks. Maybe drawing would help her figure out what to do about the pictures from the wedding.

Shirley had chewed her out when she'd returned from Australia and said she wasn't going to post the pictures. She'd laid a guilt trip on her, saying that if the business failed, Aunt Sally would be heartbroken and it would be all Sally's fault.

Sally wanted nothing more than to make her aunt proud, she just wished there was a better way.

Meanwhile, in the parking lot, Shirley Spectra drove up and parked in her usual parking space. The one that was one space over from where Sally parked. The space in between them always remained empty. It had belonged to the original Sally Spectra and only she would ever be allowed to park there. CJ had even put a reserved sign in front of it, complete with pink and purple rhinestones, Sally's favorite colors.

She stepped out of her car and opened the passenger door, pulling out a big box of donuts and balancing four cups of coffee on top. She pushed the door closed with her foot and slowly walked toward the building, careful not to drop the breakfast.

Darlita walked quickly across the parking lot and held the door open for Shirley. She was late as usual.

"Thanks, I was really struggling with that." Shirley said.

"No problem." Darlita said, taking the cups so Shirley could call the elevator without fear of spilling everything.

When they got to Sally's office, they set the food down on the table by the door and Darlita handed Sally the cup with her name on it.

"Saul, breakfast is here." Sally called over the intercom.

In the storage room, Saul dropped what he was doing and walked quickly to the elevator.

"Sally, you were up before me; did you happen to see Coco before she left?" Shirley asked, taking the cup with her name on it and grabbing a couple of donuts.

"Yes I did." Sally said, taking the donut her grandmother offered her.

"Was she wearing the jewelry?" Shirley asked.

"Yes." Sally said, rolling her eyes.

"Good, why don't you go ahead and pull up the camera feed." Shirley suggested.

The look in her eyes told Sally that it wasn't just a suggestion, it was an order.

Sally only nodded and did as she was told.

Saul walked in and grabbed a donut and the remaining cup from the table. "They spelled my name wrong." He said, looking at the cup.

"Mine too." Shirley said.

"Same here." Sally said, but she was looking at her laptop, perplexed.

"Really? They got mine right." Darlita said, staring at her cup.

"Didn't CJ use to own that coffee shop?" Sally asked.

"Yeah, but I don't know who owns it now; do you have that camera feed pulled up yet?" Shirley asked.

"I've got it, but..." Sally started, a little nervous.

"Well, move over and let me see." Shirley said, pushing Sally out of the way.

On the screen, all that could be seen was Coco's hands on the steering wheel. It looked like she was driving.

"What is she doing? She should have been there a half hour ago." Shirley snapped.

"Grams, maybe they asked her to go get something for them." Sally suggested, in an attempt to keep Shirley from getting angry. She hated her grandmother's temper. Sometimes, it frightened her.

"Just our luck that we'd pull it up right when nothing good is happening." Shirley said.

On the screen, the parking lot of Forrester Creations came into view.

"Looks like she's there now." Darlita said, pointing to the front door of the building as the camera approached it.

Just as Coco's hand was on the door handle, the screen filled with static and a loud buzzing sound came from the laptop's speakers.

"What's happening?" Sally asked.

Saul joined everyone behind Sally's desk. "It looks like something or someone is interfering with the camera's signal." He said, examining the screen.

"Do you think they know what we're doing and made her destroy it?" Sally asked.

"How could they, unless someone tipped them off?" Shirley asked, glaring at Sally.

"I swear I didn't say anything, Grams." Sally said defensively.

Suddenly, the screen changed again and a picture of a house popped up. It looked like someone had taken the picture from a distance. Like they didn't want the resident to know that they were being photographed.

Shirley gasped as she recognized the house. It was a beach house in the Tropics. The one her sister was currently living in.