Viola Harris bit her lip and lowered her eyes, her pupils restless. "If he finds out, I'm dead..."
"He won't find out." Iris Harris glanced at her watch, "At twelve, he'll come home for lunch. You should go then; there won't be anyone in the office."
"But..." Viola hesitated, "How do I get in?"
Iris laughed, "That's something you need to figure out. Or just do it like last time, the way you got in is the way you should get in again."
"..."
"If you succeed with this task, I'll keep these secrets for you forever. He'll never know how you tricked him." Iris looked at her face and said calmly, "So, how about it? Haven't you always been scared of this? As long as you let me leave, then these things are known only to us. This world won't have a fourth person who knows."
Viola's expression clearly wavered a bit. Iris was right; once she leaves, the secrets will remain just that—secrets forever.
