Page 90 of Tell Me All Your Lies

“Fair enough.”

Interesting. That means we’ll have to come back tonight and break into these private quarters. Cara may find something in the office, but no doubt, there is something in here that’s important.

Walking through the door, we head down a dark, long hallway. As we weave in and out, I’m discovering this is much larger than Cara or I assumed it would be.

The woman pauses before we go down another hallway. She enters another code on a discreet side panel.

I try to get the code, but it’s entered quickly and away from my line of sight. What does that look like? Four, nine, two, zero? I’ll have to share the pattern right away with Cara when I see her next.

Suddenly, bright lights turn on one by one, illuminating the hallway.

“Right through there, they’re waiting for you,” she says with her arm extended.

“By myself?”

“Yes.”

The woman leaves my side and walks back the way we just came.

I adjust the cuffs of my jacket and head toward Taby and Cordelia.

Step by step, I take in my surroundings. It’s interesting, really. There are high-security details and a hallway that no one would be the wiser of unless they had been taken down here before, like I am right now.

It would have taken us a while to discover this wing and its significance.

I pause at the door.

I could be walking into a trap instead of being offered some type of deal. There’s also the possibility that they’ve discovered I’m really a spy in their midst.

Nothing about this is normal.

I reach for the handle and pull it down.

Well, looks like I’m about to find out.

The roomI walk into is lavish, with crystal chandeliers and red leather everywhere I look—from the seating to the walls, and it’s over-the-top—probably Taby’s preference.

“Welcome,” a sultry voice greets me.

Taby.

She’s at the bar, pouring a drink.

“Would you like one?” she asks without turning around.

“I’d love one.”

I walk over to where she stands and see Cordelia sitting in a nearby room, not paying attention to us.

Taby pours two whiskeys neat into crystal glasses.

“I like what you’ve done here.”

She faces me with her ruby-red lips and a suggestive expression. I take in what she’s wearing for the first time: a black, tight-fitting dress that exposes her long legs and fake breasts.

Taby extends a glass to me.

“Thank you.”

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