~SARA~
“What the f**k?” Mira mutters as we stare at the inscription on the wall.
My stomach tightens. A chill creeps down my spine, but I mask it immediately with a frown.
“Shut the door,” I say, moving deeper into the room, scanning everything.
Mira almost chokes. “Excuse me?”
I glance at her, my brows narrowing. “The room’s empty. We don’t want anyone walking in, do we?”
“But still—”
“No buts. The last thing we need is some random person barging in and raising suspicions. You’re popular, and unfortunately…” I exhale sharply. “So am I. It’ll take seconds before we hit the headlines.”
She shifts her weight from one foot to the other. Then, mutters something under her breath and walks to the door, pushing the metal panel down until it seals shut.
“Happy now, are we?” she sneers.
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