The next night in the backstage corridor, Chloe tightened her grip on Damon's arm, her heels clicking rapidly.
Through the fabric of her suit jacket, she pressed against her right pocket. Inside was the blueprint she had stolen from Locker 3 earlier that day using the password 'six zeros'.
With her trump card gone, Selena had to be panicking by now.
"Damon, I heard Lena still hasn't submitted her final draft," Chloe said, barely containing her excitement. "She snuck backstage in the middle of the night. She must be trying to steal someone else's blueprint to cover for herself. If we go in now, we can catch her red-handed."
She shoved open the heavy metal prep-room door and slapped on the overhead lights.
"Look! I knew she was..."
Her voice died in her throat.
The prep room was calm.
