Randal walked up to one of the many doors lining the hallway and slid his card. Damian and Lindy watched closely, holding their breath. It was one thing to claim it would work—another thing entirely to see it happen.
And it did. With a soft click, the door unlocked. Randal spun around, grinning like a proud kid who had just pulled off a magic trick.
"See? I told you it would work," he said.
Damian raised a brow but couldn't help a faint smile. "I wasn't expecting it, but you did it. Let's see what's inside."
Lindy tilted her head, suspicious but intrigued. "Wait—you had access to their rooms this whole time? Don't tell me you never peeked. Seriously, weren't you even a little curious?"
She couldn't imagine resisting the temptation. If she had that kind of access, she would've looked long ago.
Randal shook his head. "No. I only got this clearance recently. Started working on it after I noticed some… strange movements in this building."
