POV: Adan Bradford
I had been thinking and calculating hard. The duplicate result I had forged rested in my back pocket, but I was looking for the perfect time to strike and also in a convenient manner whereby Calla wasn’t going to have any suspicion concerning my actions or behavior.
She wanted to visit the cyber cafe in order to upload all her results just like she had been asked to, and she had insisted that I go with her. I didn’t even try to object to her request because I needed to be there, not to offer her any kind of moral support, but to get things done in my way.
The problem was how I was going to give the computer specialist at the cafe a fake result for our two sessions in Junior year without Calla finding out. Was I supposed to knock her out during the exchange? Was I supp
