Her Midnight Billionaire

Chapter 5: Tracking Down Victor

Grace's psyche was hustling as they went out and got once more into the taxi. Assuming Victor was the one behind the burglary, he could be risky. Also, in the event that he was focusing on the Count, they expected to find him before he could strike once more.

"Victor," Grace said, her voice tight sincerely. "We want to track down Victor."

Alexander gestured, his eyes on the window as the city cruised by. "Do you know where he may be?"

"No," Grace conceded, her stomach curving with stress. "Yet, Marcus said that Victor was splendid. Perhaps he left some kind of trail, some piece of information that we can follow."

Alexander went to her, a flash of motivation in his eyes. "The lab where the Count and Victor cooperated," he said, his voice enlivened. "On the off chance that we could find something there, it could lead us to him."

Grace gestured, feeling a glimmer of trust. "That is smart," she said. "Be that as it may, how would we get inside?"

"That is the precarious part," Alexander conceded, tapping his fingers against his knee. "The lab will be vigorously monitored, particularly after what occurred at the function."

Grace thought briefly, her brain looking for an answer. "Imagine a scenario in which we professed to be new representatives?" she proposed. "Perhaps we could sneak in during the day, when they're less inclined to be wary."

Alexander's eyes illuminated. "That could work," he said, a smile spreading across his face. "However, we'll require new characters. Something that will face investigation."

Grace and Alexander spent the remainder of the day setting up their main story. They made misleading reports, fashioned recognizable proof, and dealt with their histories.

When night fell, they were prepared to set their strategy in motion.

They showed up at the lab the next morning, wearing sterile jackets and conveying clipboards to finish their masks. Grace's heartbeat in her chest as they moved toward the safety officer.

"Good day," she said, blazing a grin that she trusted looked certified. "We're new representatives, here for direction."

The safety officer peered toward them warily.

"Direction?" the safety officer said, his eyes restricting. "Nobody expressed anything about new workers."

Grace felt her stomach drop, yet she kept her grin set up. "I'm certain there was only a mistake with the desk work," she said, her voice consistent. "Perhaps you could hit up HR and check?"

The watchman faltered, yet he at long last gestured, going after the telephone right in front of him. Grace could feel sweat gathering on her palms as she paused, the seconds extending into an unfathomable length of time.

The gatekeeper talked into the telephone, his eyes shooting this way and that among Grace and Alexander. Grace paused her breathing, supplicating that the HR office would affirm their story.

At long last, the gatekeeper draped up and turned around to them. "Alright," he said, his voice blunt. "You're clear to go up. Take the lift to the third floor and report to Mr. Fischer in HR."

Grace let out a quiet murmur of help as they strolled past the security work area.

"That was close," Alexander murmured as they ventured into the lift.

The lift entryways slid shut, and Grace went to confront Alexander. "Alright," she said, her voice low and serious. "We really want to move quickly. When we get to HR, we'll have to figure out how to get away and search the lab."

Alexander gestured, still up in the air. "We should be cautious," he said. "We would rather not raise any questions."

The lift dinged, and the entryways slid open. They ventured out onto the third floor, their eyes filtering the region for the HR office.

They found the HR office rapidly, a little space loaded up with work areas and file organizers. Mr. Fischer, a moderately aged man with a subsiding hairline, was sitting behind one of the work areas, his eyes fixed on a PC screen.

"Hi," he expressed, gazing upward as they drew nearer. "You should be the new representative. We weren't anticipating you unexpectedly early."

Grace struck her most beguiling grin. "Sorry for the disarray," she said. "We were told to report directly to you."

Mr. Fischer raised an eyebrow, yet he signaled for them to sit down.

"Okay," Mr. Fischer said, his tone systematic. "I simply have to bring down some data, and afterward we can get you set up with your security passes."

He opened an envelope directly in front of him and took out a piece of paper. "We should begin with your names," he expressed, looking at them over his glasses.

Grace gulped, her palms beginning to perspire once more. "I'm Dr. Grace Adams," she expressed, attempting to keep her voice consistent. "What's more, this is Dr. Alexander Smith."

Mr. Fischer jotted down their names, his demeanor impartial.

"Furthermore, what could you at any point enlighten me concerning your instructive foundation?" Mr. Fischer asked, his pen ready over the paper.

Grace intellectually went through the origin story they had done the night before. "I concentrated on science at Oxford," she said, keeping her voice quiet and certain. "What's more, Dr. Smith accepted his certificate in science from the College of Cambridge."

Mr. Fischer wrote down their responses without thinking twice. "Furthermore, what was the idea of your work at your past positions?" he inquired.

Grace gulped, attempting to recall the subtleties they had thought of.

"I dealt with a group that developed new drugs," Grace said, keeping her tone proficient. "We had the option to make a few promising new mixtures that showed extraordinary possibilities in clinical preliminaries."

Alexander gestured. "I was essential for an exploration bunch concentrating on hereditary transformations in disease cells," he added, talking no sweat of somebody who had done the examination for a really long time. "We took critical steps in understanding what the changes meant for the cells' way of behaving."

Mr. Fischer looked up from the paper, his demeanor insightful. "Noteworthy work, both of you," he said. "I can see the reason why we employed you."

Grace and Alexander traded a fast, victorious look as Mr. Fischer completed the process of recording their data. They had passed the main obstacle of their arrangement.

"Okay," Mr. Fischer said, shutting the envelope and tucking it back into his work area. "Presently, I'll have to give you both security passes. When you have those, you'll have the option to get to the lab and begin dealing with your tasks."

He stood up and strolled over to a little bureau on the wall. Grace's heart dashed as she sat tight for him to turn his back, offering them the chance to get away.

Mr. Fischer bobbled with the keys briefly, giving Grace and Alexander the open door they required. They unobtrusively got out of their seats and advanced toward the entryway, imploring that Mr. Fischer wouldn't see their nonappearance.

As they ventured out into the lobby, Grace let out a moan of help. They had made it past HR with no doubt. However, presently, they needed to track down their direction to the lab.

"We really want to track down a guide of the structure," Alexander murmured, looking around the corridors for any signs that could end up being useful to them