The grandfather clock in the hallway chimes midnight as I stand before Oliver's study, my heart thundering against my ribs. The house is silent except for the distant hum of the security system. Oliver is away at a late business meeting - or so he claims.
My fingers tremble as I insert the keycard I'd secretly duplicated last week. The light flashes green, and the heavy mahogany door clicks open.
"Just five minutes," I whisper to myself, slipping inside.
Oliver's study smells of leather and his signature sandalwood cologne. Moonlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across his massive desk. I don't dare turn on the lights - they might trigger the motion sensors I haven't yet figured out how to disable.
Using my phone's flashlight, I navigate toward the wal
