“There you are!” I heard a voice and looked up to see Anna standing at the doorway. “You missed Dylan’s keg stand.”
“Do you really think I want to watch Dylan Benson do a keg stand?” Bolt turned towards Anna. “Have you met Jenny’s stepsister?”
“No…” Anna narrowed her eyes at me, and I saw her expression sour. “I thought you were going to hide in your room all night.”
“Appa
rently not.” I shrugged.
“Anna! Where did you go?” I heard Jenny’s voice, and her words were starting to slur.
“I’m in your father’s office—with your stepsister.” Anna’s voice was condescending as possible.
“What is your obsession with hanging out in my father’s office?” Jenny pushed past Anna and glared at me. “If you really want to look through his fucking computer, the password is Sinn123. It’s not like you’re going to be able to just delete your mom’s prenup!”
“Come on, Jenny. Let’s go do another shot of Patron.” Anna grabbed Jenny’s arm. “Bolt, are you coming?”
“I’ll be there in a minute.” He nodded, and they walked towards the kitchen.
“I really hope your girlfriend isn’t driving home.” I exhaled sharply. “I hope nobody here is driving home tonight…”
“I’ll make sure she gets home safe.” He looked down at his phone. “Are you going to try the password?”
“It doesn’t work,” I sighed. “That’s the same one my mom gave me. I think Jenny’s dad changed it.”
“Move out of the way for a second.” Bolt stood up and walked around the desk.
“Why?” I looked up at him and slid my chair to the side.
“Don’t tell anybody I did this.” Bolt started tapping away on the keyboard, then put his phone by the computer and activated some sort of program.
“Are you…” I leaned forward. “Are you hacking it?”
“Nah.” He shook his head back and forth. “I’m just changing the password back to Sinn123.”
“Holy crap!” I felt a rush of excitement. “How!?”
“I know a few tricks.” The screen suddenly unlocked, and he took a step back. “Have fun.”
“Thank you!” I slid forward and grabbed the mouse.
Bolt left Edgar’s office, and I started clicking everything I could. There were a lot of documents, and just like my mom said, they were all related to Sinn Technology. The party raged on outside of the office, but I just closed the door and kept working. I had a brief interruption about thirty minutes later when a couple of drunk teenagers burst through the door and began to make out. They apologized and scurried when I cleared my throat—probably to finish what they started in another room. The excitement faded as I kept clicking because Edgar’s computer didn’t appear to contain any secrets—it was just a waste of time. Maybe I should have expected that, but I held onto one last shred of hope until it was officially gone.
“Still at it?” Bolt pushed the door open.
“No, I think I’m done.” I sighed and turned off the screen.
“You aren’t going to bring down Edgar Sinn from his home computer.” Bolt shook his head and laughed. “He’s too smart to leave incriminating evidence on there.”
“Who says I’m trying to do that?” I felt my stomach twist into a knot.
“I’ve seen you before.” He looked over his shoulder. “At Moretti’s—with Damien.”
“What?” I blinked in surprise and jumped to my feet. “You didn’t say anything to Jenny, did you?”
“No.” He shook his head back and forth. “I didn’t even make the connection until I realized you were Jenny’s new stepsister. At this point, I think she’s too drunk to remember it anyway.”
“Oh my god…” I looked down and sighed. “I should have stopped this party before it started.”