Montclair Mansion (2)

Vanessa moved silently through the corridors, avoiding any contact with the guards.

Now that she had a lead, she planned to rest in the staff lounge until it was time to act.

Turning a corner, she spotted the guards who had tried to enter the jammed door earlier. She paused, schooling her expression into one of polite indifference.

"Hey, have you seen that girl before?" one guard asked the other.

"No, but I won't lie, she's pretty."

"How about we find her after our shift?"

"Haha, sounds like a plan."

Vanessa's face tightened as she passed them, but she was finally out of their sight.

"Those bastards will pay," she muttered under her breath.

Suddenly, a voice crackled through her earpiece. She quickly adjusted it and changed the channel.

"Vanessa! I need your h-help... please," Christian's voice pleaded, strained and desperate.

"Christian, are you okay?!"

"No..."