Ding!

It was the sound of a lock clicking open.

Rachel and Yale stared at each other in shock.

It really opened!

They had guessed right.

The two of them exchanged a quick, triumphant high–five, then swiftly pulled Tyler’spany seal out

of the safe and stamped it onto the contract.

Jerry’s call came through again. “Rachel, are you guys done yet?”

“We’re done, we’re done.”

“Toote–even if you’re done, Tyler’s already in the elevator. You’d better find somewhere to hide.”

Rachel grabbed her phone, yanked Yale by the arm, and darted into the wardrobe.

Just as she was about to close the door, Yale blurted out, “Ms. Lloyd, we can’t hide here! Mr. Hunt has

OCD. Every time hees in, the first thing he does is change clothes.”

Rachel was so anxious that her words almost tangled up. “And you couldn’t have said that earlier?”

THIT

She threw open the wardrobe doors again, scanning the office. The problem was that there wasn’t anywhere else to hide.

Yale pointed to the desk across from Tyler’s.

“Under there!”

“That’s pointless. He’ll see us right away.”

“Not if he sits down. Once Mr. Hunt sits at his desk, he barely moves.”

Rachel’s eyes went wide. “And if he doesn’t move, are we supposed to stay here the whole time?”

Yale, for once, sounded confident. “You can always message him and tell him to leave. Trust me–if it’s

you, he’ll listen.”

With no better option, Rachel reluctantly agreed. The two of them squeezed under the desk–just as the office door swung open.

As expected, Tyler walked straight in, dropped into his chair, and started gathering the files on his desk.

Then, he nced at the clock.

He pulled out his phone and started to call Yale.

Rachel seemed to sense it–she frantically pointed at Yale’s phone.

Yale scrambled, fumbling to silence it, but Tyler’s call was alreadying through. In the nick of time,

Yale hit the mute button.

Rachel sighed in relief. Tonight felt like one long roller coaster ride. She had never been more terrified.

When Yale didn’t answer, Tyler grew suspicious and dialed Rachel instead. Her phone buzzed quietly, but she dared not pick up either.

Tyler’s expression darkened. Something wasn’t right.

At that moment, a security guard burst in. “Mr. Hunt, someone reported an intruder in the building!”

Tyler’s expression hardened. “Pull the surveince footage.”

“Yes, sir.”

Under the desk, Rachel and Yale both froze. If Jerry hadn’t managed to disable the cameras, everything

they had done would be exposed!

“Is the surveince taken care of?” Yale mouthed desperately.

Rachel shook her head–she didn’t know. In the rush to beat Tyler here, she hadpletely forgotten to

ask Jerry about the cameras.

Yale’s eyes went wide. He spread his hands, gesturing wildly that he was ready to bolt right then and

there.

Rachel yanked him back down before he could move.

“What are you doing?” she mouthed.

Yale jabbed at her phone, mouthing that she should text him.

Rachel quickly typed a reply. [I’m not sure about the surveince. But don’t panic–if you crawl out now,

you’re walking straight into a trap.]

Yale typed back so fast his sweaty palms nearly dropped the phone. For a terrifying second, it slipped from his hand–until Rachel snatched it midair just before it hit the floor.

The two of them locked eyes, relief flooding through them.

Then the guard returned.

“Mr. Hunt, the footage is ready.b” /b

Rachel and Yale’s hearts clenched. If Jerry hadn’t done his part, then everything they had risked was

about to go up in smoke.

Tyler clenched his jaw tightly.

“Wellb?/bb” /b