8-Disdain Of The Keeper

I've thought a lot. By a lot I mean I thought all night. It won't come across as a surprise if I have bags under my eyes. I wasn't even able to grab a wink of sleep last night. Not after waiting for Amber to show up and talk about the situation at hand. When she arrived though, she was too drunk to be holding a civil conversation. When I woke up in the morning, she was still snoring like there is no tomorrow.

However, the first thought that popped into my mind was to hack into Eliiot's systems and expose his hypocrisy. The only problem is that I don't know how to hack a million dollar system and I don't know anyone who will be willing to do that for me. That made me think of my second choice. Hire a spy to collect dirt on Elliot. But there's an obstacle, of course. A spy really? How would I get hold of one? My mind was generous enough to think of hiring a hitman to scare the shit of Elliot so that he backs off. But how would that go? I can only imagine Elliot grabbing the gun from th