Wealth, status, and beauty define the elite of Kensington Prep. Every one of them possesses the ability to get away with anything and everything they want, unscathed and remain as privileged and superior as ever.
But Amory Scout decides that tim...
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Lipstick, check.
USB drive, check.
Phone, check.
Keys, check.
Gun, check.
"You'll be safe?" Hadley appears all of the sudden from the threshold. I jump at her materialization and quickly shove the butt of the gun further into the thigh holster and smooth down my skirt to hide it. "Are you sure you don't want me to come along?"
"I'll handle it fine," I tell her, throwing a smile for good measure, "Just trust me."
Though Hadley has her uses, such as her ability to crack National Security codes and sell state secrets to Russia on an anonymous basis, being some sort of a female Edward Snowden, I think the night only calls for some basic coding and hacking, something I can do myself. Besides, with Hadley, she'll be there to monitor how far I'm willing to go. Like with the GHB in Luciana's system, she has only agreed to that because she knows I'm an expert chemist and won't give anything that will potentially harm her except knock her out for a few hours and give her the effect of overdrinking, a common thing for Luciana to experience. Not to mention, it's not like we're purposely leaving her out in the open in that state. We took her home and just made it look like we saved her life. My point is Hadley had her limits. And I am willing to do whatever it takes to get what I want. We're two very different people.
"Did you change my record details?" I ask Hadley demurely, who nods.
"It now says you've gone to Beverly Hills Middle School," Hadley says, dropping me a file of newly printed records, "And elementary."
My back relaxes. Now if Carmen and Parker try to run background checks on me, they'll find that I'm a true born and bred Californian. I finger through the records Hadley has fudged on me.
In a span of twenty-four hours, she has managed to hack into Beverly Hills Middle school and Elementary School and photoshopped a blonde version of a miniature me into all their Yearbook photos. She has also gone the extra mile by creating fake birth certificates with the name Amory Scout under a hospital in San Francisco and extra hospital records, detailing a broken leg from Baseball Junior League and a minor spike of pneumonia when I was seven. There are even doctored pictures of me in Los Angeles country clubs, painting the perfect illusion of Amory Scout, former Californian socialite, and Beverly Hills girl. All under twenty-four hours; Hadley's handiwork at her peak. Sometimes, she impresses me.
"They're perfect, by the way," I compliment her, making her beam, "Honestly, they look so real."
"The hacking part and entering your name into past records was my work but the photoshop was all Keith." 'Keith' is an Asian kid from the group of hackers called ANON420, which Hadley sometimes joins in order to share tips or perform DDOS attacks on major social networking platforms and break into NASA to leak private recorded phone calls and emails whenever she has the time. You know, for fun.
