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"That sounds like a solid plan."
"Would you help me with it?"
"Help? You want me to break into Hunt Corp.withyou? I can't imagine anything more fun than that."
She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Technically, it wouldn't bebreaking in.I work there, remember?"
A chuckle vibrates in my chest. "Still counts. You know I'm always up for a little chaos. And the thought of playing with Hunt's toys and getting under his skin?" I meet her eyes looking back at me. "I'm in."
Chapter 21
Kyle
One block away from the office building, I pull into a parking lot. After killing the engine and switching off the lights, I turn to Riley, who is sitting next to me.
"So, what's the plan?"
She takes a quick glance at her phone. "In about ten minutes, the security guard will begin his hourly fifteen-minute patrol of all publicly accessible areas. That means the main lobby will be empty." Her gaze shifts to me. "With my ID card, we can move around freely throughout the entire building."
"What about the cameras?"
"I have access to the entire security system through my work laptop. I can easily change the timestamps and replace the footage with that from another night."
"You're really good at this," I say, followed by a low whistle.
"Of course I am." A smug smile plays on her lips as she cocks an eyebrow.
"Look at you, all confident. I like that."
She rolls her eyes, then climbs out of the passenger seat. Following her, I slip out of my seat, and I throw the door shutbehind me. I circle the car, slide my arm around her waist, and fall into step beside her. After we turn the corner, the tall office building comes into view. I glance up at the tall glass facades where a few offices still have their lights on.
"Some people are still there," I point out.
"Most of the time, it's the cleaners or someone who forgot to turn off the light. But of course on rare occasions it's someone working overtime."
"Are you sure Hunt isn't working tonight?"
"Yes, he's actually out of state this week.
"Fantastic." A grin spread across my face.
From across the street and through the large glass doors, we have a perfect view of the security guard gathering his belongings at the front desk. He then pushes his chair away from the desk, raises his flashlight, and disappears toward the back.
Riley grabs my hand and pulls me across the street. At the door, she holds her ID up to the card reader. The lock clicks open, and she drags me inside, wasting no time.
"We need to hurry," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. We head toward the elevators, where she scans her ID again. The soft chime and metallic hiss of the doors opening echo through the silent lobby.
At the sudden sound of footsteps, Riley's grip on my hand tightens. I turn my head around, but Riley reacts faster. She lets go of my hand and puts her palms flat against my back, forcing me into the elevator.
"Miss Hayes?" a man's voice calls out.
"Oh, good evening, Mr. Harris. I didn't see you when I came in." She flashes him a quick smile and holds up her ID, as if to prove her right to be there. "I didn't mean to interrupt your tour. I forgot something important in my office and wanted to get it real quick."
"Of course," he says with a nod. "Be careful on your way out. The place feels different at night."
"Of course. Thank you." She takes a step toward the elevator. "I wish you a good night."
"Thank you. You too." Finally, Mr. Harris turns, the beam of his flashlight shifting away from the elevator.
