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I scanned through what looked like Jodie's medical file. Age, height, weight, blood type, etc. And at the top of the window were two buttons. One was greyed out, with the word 'ATTENDING'. The other was red, with the words 'NOT ATTENDING'. I clicked the red 'NOT ATTENDING' box, prompting a drop down note. It read-

DETAILS: Workers visa set to expire 12/7. Extension denied.

Cancelled on 10/27. Returning to Dublin, Ireland on 12/5.

"So, Jodie's Irish," I mused quietly to myself as if I were uncovering a critical clue. I glanced over my shoulder again toward the door. Still nothing. Out of sheer curiosity, I then decided to click the 'ATTENDING' box. The greyed out box suddenly turned green and a drop-down menu appeared. The once-red 'NOT ATTENDING' box was now greyed out. The drop-down beneath the green button read- 'Resend digital security pass?'

I was getting past the point of no return. Not only did I have no idea what I was messing with, if Mason walked in on me messing with his computer, there's no Way he'd let me keep my job at the Faire. Hell- I'd probably be issued a restraining order! But I was in too deep. Curiosity willed me to continue. I clicked the 'YES' box next to the prompt, causing another drop-down menu to appear reading-

Confirm email: [email protected]

I hesitated, weighing my options. What the hell- I took a deep breath and went for it. I clicked the text window and erased Jodie's email address and quickly replaced it with my own-

Confirm email: [email protected]

I pressed enter, prompting final drop-down that read, 'DIGITAL SECURITY PASS DELIVERED'.

My phone suddenly buzzed in my pocket, making my jump. I yanked it out to see that I'd just received a new email titled, 'CLASSIFIED: SECURITY PASS'. With my fingers trembling, I opened the email. It looked like some sort of security clearance badge with Jodie McConnell's name and picture displayed on it. At the bottom of the badge was a VR code. My heart was beating a mile a minute. Would this security pass clear me to enter the faire during the off-season?!

Just then, I heard voices from outside the door. I frantically clicked out of Jodie's file and scrolled back up to the top of the previous window. I angled the computer back to its original position and dove back into my seat. No sooner did my back hit the chair that the door swung open and Mason walked briskly back into the office.

"My apologies. We've got a busy night on our hands," Mason said straight-toned. What else may I help you with, Miss Rook?"

I stared back at him trying my best to seem casual. "Actually," I began, "I think you put my mind to ease." I could feel myself blushing. I had to get out of there before I said something suspicious and exposed myself. "I trust that you're putting my uncle's land to responsible use. Thank you for taking the time to see me."

Mason blinked back at me suspiciously. "Nothing else?" He probed, studying my face.

I had to think fast. He knew something was up. Dammit. The next words out of my mouth were crucial. "I..." think Alison, think! "I was going to ask you about renovations to the winery, but it can wait for another time. I can see you've got your hands full tonight.

"Oh," Mason said, raising his eyebrows. "Well, send me the details and I'd be happy to take a look."

"Thank you, Mr. Mason."

"No trouble at all," he replied, standing up crossing over to me. "I'm... sorry if I was a bit short tonight. We really do have a busy 24 hours ahead of us."

"Quite alright," I replied, "I know how that is."

Mason opened the door and extended his hand toward me. "You have my word that your uncle's good name will remain intact. Okay?"

I reached out and shook his hand. "That's all I ask," I replied with a smile. "Thank you," I said, exiting the office.

"Good evening," he replied, closing the door behind me.

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