He Is Going To Be Pissed
A few days ago,
In the well-lit confines of the Culthold of the Coven of the Damned, the led lights flickered across the faces of Asher, Rachel, and Grace. They stood around a table, above which holographic blueprints hovered in the air, detailing the intricate design of a Junction Tower.
Grace's eyes sparkled with an intellectual curiosity as she leaned closer, examining the detailed schematics, "How did you manage to bring this when you aren't officially in the project?" she asked, her voice a mixture of admiration and surprise.
Rachel sighed, a shadow of guilt passing over her features, "It was not that difficult because my mom uses a very predictable password to protect her files...my birthday. Since she keeps them in her room, she would never expect any outsider to get in."