A message from Adrian popped up on the screen.
"Someone's here."
—
Outside, Adrian was leaning against a tree, pretending to scroll through his phone, but his attention was entirely on the road leading to the entrance.
He was trying to look relaxed and natural. Minutes passed in silence.
Too quiet—
Every rustle made him flinch.
Every distant voice made his pulse spike.
Then suddenly, his eyes caught a movement.
From across the lawn, a janitor was coming toward the building.
The man approached with a mop and bucket, humming as he walked.
Seeing this, Adrian's blood ran cold, and sweat poured like a waterfall.
The man was heading straight for the building.
Adrian pulled out his phone and typed quickly.
"Someone's here.
A janitor is coming our way."
—
Inside, Rex's breath hitched, and his body stiffened.
He hadn't even started the transfer yet.
Now he was in a dilemma, his hands hovering over the keyboard, his eyes locked on the content on the screen.
