Missing glove (2)

Angelica

I stared at the file in my hands in shock. Why was there a file labeled Giannelli? Did Curtis already know who I was?

Spider spooked the life out of me when he spoke right next to my ear like a phantom. “Open it.”

“I’ll kill you if you keep scaring me like that.” I warned him. Though to be fair, he had done nothing wrong. It was not his fault that seeing this file had made me so sensitive that a gust of wind would scare me.

He made a show of pulling a zipper over his lips but stayed in my line of sight so I wouldn’t forget what he said. I willed my heart to stop racing and opened it.

However, there was nothing in the file. At least, there didn’t appear to be anything. Just a stack of empty sheets of paper with the first one printed “Giannelli” in large, bold font.

I glanced at the wall we had come through. How come the secret room wasn’t nearly as secured as an ordinary vault?

“This feels…” I flipped through the pages one at a time in case there was something else.

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