{Instruction 1.}
Nancy nodded while staring into the void. Her eyes were directed at Samuel, but she wasn't looking at him. She was looking at the air.
{System requires permission from the host to program. Grant permission by blinking thrice.}
Nancy blinked thrice.
{Permission received.}
{Instruction 2.}
"Hi, Nancy," Veronica called her out.
{Instructions interrupted. System retreating.}
{For further instructions, state the administration code.}
"Nancy? Hello?" Veronica called her again.
"Fuck you." Nancy sulked.
"What?" Veronica scoffed. "The fuck were you staring at anyway?" Veronica looked behind herself, in the direction of Nancy's sight, noticing Samuel. "Ah, that's why. Did I ruin Nancy's independent staring time? Sl*t!"
"Huh?" Nancy stared at her with utmost confusion. "Go fuck yourself for a change."
"No need. I have a boyfriend, Nancy."
"Where is he anyway?"
Veronica stared at the DJ. Right beside the DJ at the center of the stage, David was standing and vibing. So far, everything was safe.
"I'll be going then," Veronica said before taking her leave to go toward David.
Nancy carefully watched them for any suspicions.
They were casually just vibing. Had she been overthinking? Why did Veronica invite her then? Especially when David and Nancy were no longer friends.
Ah right, they were still friends officially. Because no one saw David trying to aid Sebastian in abducting her. No one saw him shooting a bullet through Samuel's abdomen. No one would've suspected their terms based on how long they had been acquaintances anyway.
Right! The programming!... But she didn't know her authorization code. And Samuel probably wouldn't tell her in a crowded place such as a club. 'It's a sensitive matter.' She could imagine her bodyguard saying such words bluntly.
Nancy didn't realize it, but she was immensely interested in Samuel's entire existence. He amazed her every day, and she loved his company as much as she wanted to deny that.
Looking back at Samuel and Hertwig chatting in between the harem of girls, she sulked.
If everyone present here didn't know Samuel as their professor, she would've shoved all the girls off of him. Hertwig could have them all.
The corner of Samuel's eye was looking at Nancy, and she noticed that. A smirk appeared on Nancy's face. Samuel was professional despite not performing any serious bodyguard-like tasks.
She never gave it much thought, but other than accompanying her, she hadn't seen any bodyguard-like characteristics as shown in movies.
She only saw him take a bullet for her and then run away from the sight without fighting off the bad dudes.
She didn't want him to get hurt, but she wanted to see him fistfight someone.
Like a bodyguard in those movies, where the time stops, and raindrops head back to the sky, where the handsome bodyguard fights off a thousand all alone. He couldn't be that unrealistically strong, right?
Nancy chuckled to her thoughts before moving back to look for Veronica and David. However, they were no longer at the stage.
She narrowed her eyes.
Samuel wouldn't let her away from her sight, so she couldn't even go and try to find them. Taking Samuel along would raise suspicions within the college. Unless…
Nancy closed in on Samuel indirectly, showing that she was leaning towards the bartender for a drink. Samuel diligently leaned back to listen to what she had to say.
"I need to go to the bathroom."
Right. The girls' card.
Her whisper was so low she almost thought he couldn't catch on.
"I shall accompany you." He was ready to get up.
"No, what the fuck?" Nancy whispered back.
"Meaning, I shall stand outside and wait for you."
Without making any eye contact, the two conversed all while the girls were all around Samuel, trying to hit on him.
"No, these sl*ts will find it weird. Listen, it's just on the right there... I'll be back in 5 minutes or so. If I'm not, you're free to even break in. I won't give a shit."
"5 minutes then."
Receiving the permission, Nancy quickly ran towards the right before she disappeared from Samuel's sight.
She walked quickly on her high heels clacking to the floor. They made a sound louder than the bass-boosted music blasted in the club.
Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
Her short yet fluffed dress flung around when she quickly looked around in search of David and Veronica.
She had 5 minutes before Samuel lost his patience.
5 minutes before the college found out about their story.
5 minutes before David attempted to hurt Veronica. For that, maybe less than 5 minutes.
She needed to hurry.
At this point, she wished she hadn't chosen to wear heels. Especially this high!
Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
They were getting even louder. It was so annoying. She saw curtains around each corner for VIP rooms. Maybe they were in one of those. Funny enough, there was no staff at their end. Why were VIP rooms active when staff wasn't available?
She raised a corner of the curtain aside to see who was inside. It was empty. Then, one by one, she checked all the VIP rooms until she came where she could see a little light source from across the curtain.
She pushed it away slightly with her hand and peeked inside. Someone was sitting on a chair lifelessly as if drugged.
Her eyes widened in surprise before she narrowed her eyes to make the face out.
It was Veronica! Her suspicions were correct. She looked around to see if anyone else was in the room. It seemed clear.
Nancy slowly walked in, her heels still being as loud as ever. She walked toward Veronica to check on her. She was reeking of alcohol. Was Nancy overthinking again?
Maybe she drank a lot, so David put her here.
Nancy sighed. She did overthink. Why would David try to hurt her girlfriend? Besides, she could bet David had his reasons for doing what he did.
Maybe this party was a compensation.
"But I drugged everyone's drinks."
An eerie voice lurked behind her, but it was too late.