Redemancy

48.

Amara

After our amazing day at the beach, things got pretty weird. And different

I'm not saying this is weird like, bad weird. But let's be honest, almost no weird things ever have a good meaning or outcome.

The guys have been crazy busy with work lately, and I do not want to sound like a total bitch, but I am attention deprived.

I completely understand that they have work to do and that it's important to them, so it's important to me. But the one thing I hate most about them working is that they do not let me in on anything.

I mean, they don't have to tell me who they're going to kill next, but they could tell me something, anything. I feel left out somehow. Even though I don't want any involvement in what they do, it'd be nice to let in on it.

It gives me the feeling as if they don't trust me. But be so for real, if I knew what they were up to, who the fuck would I even tell?

Blue?

That is exactly my point. I've got no one to tell, and maybe that's my problem. Maybe my problem is the fact that the only social interactions I have is always with them.

Not that I mind, because I love them, but for once in my life I've got the feeling that it would be awesome to talk to a girl about stuff.

I have never had a girl-friend, and for the first time, I feel like I might need one.

Getting out of the house just to find a friend, is out of the question. Besides that you can't just randomly find a friend, that's just weird.

There was one girl that I saw in the house months ago. It was before me and the guys had even started anything. I've got zero clue who she was- or is, but she seemed close to them.

Not close to them as in how close I am with them, but more like a sister-bother type of bond.

So I've been in Aeron's office for quite a while now snooping through his computer. I know he has all the data he needs on this thing.

I've been searching for over an hour and haven't found anything yet, and all the hope I had before is just gone at this point.

I feel so sneaky doing this, but I don't care anymore at this point.

I turn off his computer before standing up from behind his desk and moving over to his file cabinet. This must be where the real dirt is.

In movies, people are always dumb enough to put their most important stuff on a computer, which always gets hacked into.

Lucky for me, my men are not dumb.

The file cabinet, of course, has a lock. It can be unlocked with a passcode. I put in Aeron's birthday first, but it just says error and gives a wrong beep.

This is going to be harder than I thought it would be.

Next, I put in just a random combination of figures. '0000', '5829', and a few other shit that doesn't work.

Dammit.

I take a wild guess, and I put in my birthday. To be fair, this was the last thing on my mind; that he'd have my birthday as his passcode, especially for something this important and private.

But I was wrong; after putting in my birthdate, the cabinet opens, revealing hundreds and thousands of files, all put in alphabetical order and even coordinated date-wise.

Not sure where to begin, I'm guessing Aeron may have a file on himself and the other guys, so I look for his first.

I find a file called 'Aeron Nash', and I grab it immediately. Nash is such a cool last name. Amara Nash. Yes.