I broke into the accounting office at two in the morning. The irony wasn't lost on me.
I could walk into any room on the estate whenever I wanted.
Yet somehow this felt like breaking in, maybe because I already knew what I was looking for.
Or maybe because I was terrified of finding it.
The old office sat in the west wing of the main house. Most people avoided it because it was boring. Stacks of paperwork. Financial reports. Tax records. There was nothing exciting about it.
Tonight it felt like the most dangerous room in the territory.
I shut the door quietly behind me and sat in front of one of the computers.
For several seconds, I just stared at the blank screen, my reflection stared back.
Dark circles were under my eyes, there was tension in the way I clenched my jaw.
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