Page 12 of A Dark Infinity

“Yeah, just wrapping up some work,” I reply, forcing a smile.

She nods, but her expression tells me she’s not entirely convinced. “Well, let me know if you need anything.”

“Will do, thanks.” With that, she disappears into Ethan’s office, leaving me alone with my thoughts once more.

Feeling a surge of determination, I reach for my cell phone and dial the number for Infinity Properties. As the phone rings, I can’t help but steal a glance towards Ethan’s office. To my surprise, the frosted glass that usually obscures his view is deactivated, and I catch him smirking in my direction.

Ignoring the unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach, I focus my attention back on the call. After a few rings, someone picks up on the other end.

“Infinity Properties, how may I help you?” a voice chirps cheerfully.

“Hi, yes, I’m a tenant at one of your properties and I had some questions about the building,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady despite the nervous fluttering in my chest.

“Certainly, ma’am. What would you like to know?”

I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “I was wondering if you could tell me about the security measures in place at the building. Specifically, who has access to the premises?”

There’s a pause on the other end of the line, and I can hear the clicking of keys as the person on the other end types away. “Well, ma’am, as a tenant, you have access to the building using your key fob. And of course, maintenance staff and building management have access as well.”

My heart sinks at the response. “So, only tenants and authorized personnel can enter the building?”

“That’s correct.”

I bite my lip, trying to conceal my growing frustration. “But what if someone unauthorized were to gain access to the building? Is there any way to track that?”

“Unfortunately, ma’am, we don’t have the capability to track unauthorized access. However, we take security very seriously, and if you have any concerns, I would encourage you to report them to building management.”

“Right, thank you,” I mumble, feeling deflated.

As I hang up the phone, I can’t shake the feeling of being watched. Glancing towards Ethan’s office once more, I find him still smirking in my direction. The sight sends a shiver down my spine, and I quickly avert my gaze, my mind swirling with unanswered questions.

My heart skips a beat as a message pops up on my screen from Ethan. It’s unexpected, to say the least. I read the words, feeling a surge of unease prickling at the back of my neck.

Ethan Drake:

Are you having fun playing detective?

I glance towards Ethan’s office, but he’s not looking in my direction anymore. Instead, he seems engrossed in whatever he’s doing on his computer. My fingers hover over the keyboard, unsure of how to respond. Should I acknowledge his message or ignore it altogether?

After a moment of deliberation, I decide to type out a response.

Lark Carter:

Just trying to get some answers.

As I hit send, I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking and why he’s suddenly taking an interest in my investigative efforts.

Another message appears almost immediately.

Ethan Drake:

What answers are you looking for?

Ethan’s question is simple, but it feels loaded with underlying implications.

I hesitate before typing my response, unsure of how much I should reveal.

Lark Carter:

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