Experiments of Humanity

004

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Content Warning: language, violent depictions

Mr. Seol is at the front desk when I walk into work the next morning.

"Good morning, Lyssie."

"Good morning, sir." I grab the clock in paper, writing down 07:30 as have the last few days, looking at him curiously. "What are you doing out here?"

"Liam called in this morning."

I nod, looking over at the now familiar sight of Jude angrily typing away at a computer. Today he has a laptop of his own hooked up to one of ours, and he's flipping through screens quickly, eyes tracking across different tabs.

He leans back, sighing. "I don't get it."

Mr. Seol looks at him. "You still can't find out who is doing it?"

"There's no one person who is always on duty for when the guest information is being stolen." He frowns at the computer. "And I don't even know how they'd be getting the information out, since I can't find any outgoing leaks."

I walk over, looking over his shoulder. Okay wow he smells kind of good. "Where's your list of guests?" I ask.

He looks at me, hesitating, his eyes glancing at Mr. Seol behind me, then pulls up a list of names on the screen in front of him. I look at it, squinting, then pull out a pad of paper from the desk to write down a few of them. My fingers run across the top of the page absentmindedly, feeling the grooves of whatever was last written. I pause, the pen just above the page, and look down at the notepad curiously. The front desk staff hardly ever writes notes down, and I know Mr. Seol uses a marker.

I toss the pad in front of Jude. "There's how it's getting out."

He looks at me, running his own fingers across the notepad, before his eyes widen and he looks down at it. He digs through the drawer next to him, finding a pencil and using the side to shade in the page. There, on the paper, is a name and card number, scratched into the notepad.

"You're shitting me."

"Find out who check in this guest," Mr. Seol fumes, then grabs the notepad, ripping it from Jude's hand. "Never mind I'll do it."

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"You can't do this to me!" Liam's being dragged out of the front of the hotel by a few police officers as I'm getting ready to leave for my shift at the gas station the next day. "I didn't do anything wrong!"

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you...."

Nia is standing with a few of the kitchen staff by the door to the dining room. She's desperately fighting a grin, her eyes meeting mine. I raise a brow and she motions for me to come join her.

"What's going on?" I whisper.

"Liam was the one leaking guest information," she leans towards me. "Apparently he was selling it to some third party. Mr. Niskanen investigated him and he's been telling the other front desk staff they're getting random audits and each day they have to record one random guests information."

"Miss Serrano," Nat walks up to us, an easy smile on his face. "Could I have a word?"

Nia wiggles her brows at me but I ignore her, following the blonde as he walks down the hall always.

"What is it?" I ask him, facing where the others are so I can keep an eye out for anyone walking up.

"I wanted to let you know that we'll be leaving tomorrow. Is that enough time for you to pack your things and get your affairs in order?"