Fiona
Pulling on my black sleeves, I make sure they cover my arms fully, not that it truly matters. It’s pitch-black outside, so even if I weren’t covered
“You ready?” Isla asks, glancing at me from the driver’s seat. Like me, she’s dressed entirely in black because she said we needed to be like ninjas as we sneak into the office.
Of course, we’re not truly sneaking in. There’s a night guard who will definitely stop us, but I have my father’s ID that I’d temporarily stolen from his house. I can’t have any illegal allegations put against me, or it will make winning my cases much harder.
“Yeah, let’s do this,” I say, bumping my fist against hers. It’s now or never.
Climbing out of the car, I lead the way to the front door. Through the windows, I can see the security guard lounging a
