Revelation (Private 8)

lacing my fingers together between my knees.

"I used to have this disc with all this insider info on all the girls in Billings," I told her. "They gave it

to me when I was president. I don't really know why, but... Well, anyway, I destroyed it."

"What? Why?" Ivy asked.

"Because I didn't want to have to give it to Noelle, basically," I replied. "It was a whole saving-face

thing."

"And you never made a copy?" Ivy said.

"No," I replied, embarrassed once again by my lack of forethought.

"Good thinking, genius girl," she said, getting up.

My face flushed with heat and I actually wanted to pull her hair. Working with her was not going

to be easy.

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"Did you ever even look at it?"

"Yeah, once. I looked up myself."

"Nice." Ivy rolled her eyes. "On that computer?"

"Only one I got," I said, wondering where this was going.

"Here," she said, gesturing at me to move from my chair. "Let me try something."

She had to be kidding. Like I was going to let her on my computer? Ivy rolled her eyes.

"God, you really are paranoid, aren't you? I'm not going to do anything to it," she said

condescendingly. "I just want to see something. You can watch every keystroke, I promise."

She was already trying to sit down and if I didn't move, she was going to end up half on my lap. I

slid out of there as quickly as I could and stepped back. Ivy opened a couple of windows and

double clicked on a file marked "Temporary Files."

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"Et voila!" she said happily, lifting a hand.I looked over her shoulder. One of the files near the top

was titled "Current Billings Residents."

"No way," I said, leaning over her to click it open. Sure enough, all the files were there, from

Noelle on down to me.

"Computers hold whatever files you open for, like, ever as long as you don't delete them," Ivy said,

getting up again and pulling the chair out for me. "I'm constantly amazed by how many people