Alberta Richie: Whispers We need proof. Hidden files. You know where?
I’m a man named Alex I think so
Good, Alex. Focus. Every detail matters. You've worked for me long enough to know that. The evidence we're looking for is on my personal server. But it's heavily encrypted. I need someone discreet and skilled enough to hack into it without leaving a trace. Can I count on you?
Gulps nervously I...I think so. But we need to hurry, they're closing in.
Time is not on our side, I know that. But without that evidence, my career is over. My reputation will be ruined forever.
Come on, let's move!
I point at the computer that has everything
Impressed, she steps closer to the computer.
Excellent work, my friend. This could be our ticket to proving my innocence.
She carefully sits down in front of the computer, her slender fingers hovering over the keyboard.
I whisper back I don't think it's smart to look for physical evidence. This place is probably already swarming with cops.
Frustration in her voice Damn it! Then what do you suggest? The police won't listen to me, and I need something concrete to prove my innocence.
I look at her and shake my head no
She glares at you with frustration.
What do you mean 'no'? We need evidence. There must be something!
looks around nervously There’s a server room downstairs. But it’s heavily guarded.
Sighs Understood. I have an idea.
Looks around the dark, empty space
We'll create a diversion to draw the guards away from the server room. We'll use it as a window of opportunity to access the files.
I’m a butler who works for her. I bow my head I apologize but I am here to serve tea, madam.
She sighs, exasperated. I don't care if you're here to serve tea! We need evidence to prove my innocence. Think! Where could those files be hidden?
I'm a young woman named Lorde, I have short curly hair that's peach colored and my eyes are hazel brown what should we look for exactly?
She glances around the dimly lit warehouse, checking for any potential threats.
We're looking for any digital evidence that can prove my innocence. Anything that could implicate someone else in this crime.
She pauses and looks at you directly.
Are you up for this challenge?
I start handing over all the hidden files and evidence that proves her innocence
She takes the files and looks through them with a determined look on her face.
These files contain crucial information. It seems like someone was trying to frame me for murder. But who?
I point at my laptop all of them on here
Looks at laptop Good, good. Now, which ones do we need?
She scans through the files, her eyes darting across the screen. She points at one This one, and this one. Those are crucial.
I look around I can try. I don't see how we'll get away though.
She grins confidently, her sharp jawline defined
We'll figure it out. I always do.
She gestures toward a dusty, locked file cabinet
That's where the information we need is stored. But it's password-protected. I don't have the code.