19. The Evil Plot

After some minutes, my heart stopped racing and I suddenly realized we weren't supposed to enter there, and Denzel took off so they wouldn't suspect he set up the meeting.

"Jumping…

"Vera!" I muttered under my breath, trying to stop her from unleashing her usual bewildered scream.

"I'm sorry," Vera whimpered and quickly clamped her palm over her mouth, her eyes widening as she took in the scene before her. At nineteen years old, Vera and I were still virgins, so this was probably Vera's first time witnessing this kind of craziness.

"Vera, where's the phone?" I whispered urgently. Calmly, she handed me the cook's phone she borrowed. While Vera continued peering into the room, I knew what I had to do.

"Listen, Vera, I gotta record this shit. Denzel wouldn't have sent me here if it wasn't important," I explained, my voice low and full of urgency. Vera quickly set up the camera, discreetly planting it by the window to capture all the action.

We both sat on the sofa in the open space, tr