26. Seeing Brandon Again

With the domestic worker tag pinned to my chest, I managed to navigate the security personnel without any interrogation. As I ascended the spiral staircase, I pondered on the best approach to enter the bedroom.

"Good evening," I greeted the vigilant bodyguards. They remained silent and fixed their serious gazes on me.

"I've… been sent by the boss to check on the worker in his room," I faltered, my eyes narrowed involuntarily because I lied.

"Did he provide you with the entrance password?" one of the bodyguards inquired.

"N… no," I replied, my voice trembling slightly.

"Leave here immediately!" bellowed one of the bodyguards, rising from his seat and moving towards me as if he intended to forcefully eject me down the staircase.

"Oh, I… almost forgot, he… did give me the password," I stammered, determined to attempt the password that Brandon consistently used across all his possessions. If the password failed, I would raise the alarm. That was my plan.

"Enter the password there," the b