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Jack's POV
Ara's eyes widen at my suggestion, and she shakes her head disapprovingly. Her face is now painted with regret, her cheeks blazing red like a stop sign.
"Why didn’t you just use the door instead of climbing out the window?" I ask, trying to suppress a chuckle.
"Because the door squeaks," she whispers, as if sharing classified information.
“Oh, didn’t notice that.”
"So, what should we do now?" she asks, her expression as adorably clueless as a puppy lost in a maze.
"Well, since we're already here, it would be a shame not to investigate," I suggest with a mischievous glint in my eye.
"No," Ara insists. "I think it would be better to go back to Miss Alder’s office and... maybe tidy up."
"Tidy up what, CindeAra? The place is already so clean you co
