Julia’s POV
As I crouched in the cramped closet with George, the anticipation was almost suffocating. Theodore's laptop lay in front of us, its screen flickering as the software slowly loaded. Every second felt like an eternity, the sound of our breathing echoing in the confined space.
"Come on, come on," George muttered under his breath, his fingers tapping impatiently on his knees.
I shot him a nervous glance, trying to keep my own anxiety in check. "It'll be ready soon. Just stay calm."
But calm was the last thing I felt as the door to the room creaked open. My heart leaped into my throat as Monica's figure appeared in the doorway, her eyes scanning the room. I held my breath, praying she wouldn't notice anything amiss.
“She is going to catch us.” panic surged through me as my eyes
