Free Shifted by Lizzie Lynn Lee Page B

the privacy of his office. Two, Strickland hoarded great secrets. He had an inner sanctum in his office where he received and entertained selected business partners. Nicolla had told her that she used to entertain Strickland’s friends in her early days, before her stardom. Strickland would be holed up at his desk, discussing his business while Nicolla did whatever lewd things Strickland asked her to do to keep his guests happy. Kelly felt sure she would find what she was looking for if she could hack Strickland’s data vault.
    Margie punched her password into the security panel and leant forward, looking into the eye-scan. The computer ran a verification sweep, taking Margie’s retina imprint into the system and processing it. She passed. Strickland’s office door whispered open. Kelly strode in. She scanned the room then headed straight towards Strickland’s desk.
    “What is it exactly you’re looking for, Miss Evers?”
    “My Happy Pills stash,” Kelly answered in a low tone as if what she just told her was a naughty secret. Margie looked annoyed, probably thinking about the inconvenience she had to go through so Kelly could get her fix. “I had it in my purse, in a small bottle. It must have rolled away when Harry wanted me to take off my panties on his desk. You know how tricky Harry is.”
    “I understand, I—”
    “One time, he wanted me to use his toothbrush—”
    “Miss Evers!” Margie looked very uncomfortable. “I’ll be at my desk when you’re finished.”
    “Sure, sure,” Kelly agreed. “It won’t be long. Hey, did I ever tell you a funny story about when Harry and I had a group org—”
    Margie vanished from sight. Kelly could hear the personal assistant’s frantic steps down the hallway, wanting to get away as fast as possible. Kelly wanted to laugh. Guess who was the prude now? Maybe Margie knew what kind of man she’d worked for all these years and felt that she didn’t need to hear all her boss’s dirty details.
    Kelly crawled on the carpet near Strickland’s desk, pretending she was looking for her Happy Pills bottle. She knew Strickland had installed a surveillance camera in his office, therefore she must act natural so Strickland wouldn’t suspect a thing. He would know that Kelly had been in his office after hours—Nicolla had told her that Strickland paid attention to his visitors’ log.
    When she reached to where Strickland had his server, Kelly fished an AI stick drive from her cleavage and plugged it into the server’s data jack. She then crept away while activating the drive via a mini remote that she’d also stowed in her brassiere.
    Kelly scrambled up and sighed theatrically, acting as if she couldn’t find what she was looking for. In the meantime, the hacker AI she had programmed to infiltrate Strickland’s data vault was doing its job. It would take less than a minute for the Trojan horse programme to attach to Strickland’s mainframe. When it had finished, Kelly would be able to infiltrate Strickland’s data vault through her home computer.
    She padded to the sofa and pretended she was inspecting its nooks and crannies to see if her Happy Pills bottle had fallen between the sofa cushions. The mini remote inside her bra vibrated, telling her the hacker AI had finished its job. Kelly acted as if she was frustrated and went back to crawling around to retrieve the drive stick. As soon as it was secured, nestled between her breasts, she yelled as if she’d found what she was looking for.
    The ruckus attracted Margie’s attention. “Did you find it?” The PA poked her head through the door.
    “Hell fucking yeah.” Kelly gave a wide grin. She’d got the hang of Nicolla’s foul mouth habit. “I’m a happy girl.”
    “Good for you, Miss Evers.” From her tone, Kelly knew Margie couldn’t care less. The PA just wanted her to get the hell out of Strickland’s office as fast as possible.
    “Well, thank you for your help, Margie dearie.” Kelly strutted