If you missed the beginning, start here: part1, part2

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They spent the first day at the resort, Nathaniel with his camera, Polly sporting different Rhingos and various outfits. 

The mosquito netting was adequate, the pool immaculate, and the manager polite and readily available. Even a secret peek into the kitchen under the guise of ’a wrong door taken’ didn’t prompt any suspicious reactions.
“It’s not the resort. What now?” Polly asked as they watched the setting sun ignite the water at the horizon.

Nathaniel scratched his neck. So far, nothing seemed amiss. Nothing had triggered his sense for subtle clues and seemingly insignificant detail. Could Sera’s stay here be a coincidence? Could all this be a waste of time…
“The beach tomorrow. Maybe we’ll find something there,” he said.
Polly held up her phone. “Selfie?”
Nathaniel hesitated only a moment, then shrugged. “Why not. Just make sure you tag the place.”

As expected, The Glimpse team hadn’t tried to confiscate their phones. Instead, travel to the island came with conditions neither Nathaniel nor Polly had objected to: a watertight NDA and the promise to tag The Glimpse in all pictures taken here.

The following day a driver shuttled them to a pristine beach with crystal-clear, turquoise water. The steady wind made the heat bearable and carried away the light dust their feet stirred up in the warm sand. Three hours later, they wrapped the shoot for Rhingo Glasses. Nothing at the beach hinted at anything weird or sinister. 

From a photography standpoint, the pictures were alright. Nathaniel touched them up to resemble a passably influencer-like aesthetic. Polly’s sponsor wouldn’t be impressed, but at least she would hold up her end of the bargain. 

“Is that the same beach?” Polly asked while looking through his selection. She pulled up JC’s photos and held them out for comparison. 

Nathaniel leaned in, squinting at the screen. “Nope. The palm trees’ angle and the beach’s curve are off.” 
He had specifically asked to shoot at the beach the Body Armour pictures had been taken. 
Pling! His phone announced a new email; his colleagues had finally answered. He read, his heartbeat accelerating with each line. “Knew it!” He smacked his fist onto the table.
Polly yelped. “The hell?”
“They identified seven more models and photographers with allergy-like symptoms, stomach and digestion issues, or eye problems. Two more have been hospitalized. And that’s just a first, cursory investigation.”
“Did they tag The Glimpse?”
“Not regarding their health problems. But the timeline checks out. All were here less than seven days before first symptoms.”

This sealed it. Something was going on.
“Let’s visit the manager,” Nathaniel said. 

[…] #tbc

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Read the finale here.