Blue Water Celebrity Retreat.
In the private room next to the Kickoff Banquet, a laptop sat in the corner of a large round table that should have been filled with dishes.
The laptop belonged to Lyra Smith, but Sophia Jackson was the one sitting in front of it. Lyra could only peek over her shoulder, her neck getting stiff from holding the position.
She maintained that position for a while, then pressed her hand to her neck and asked, "Did you get in yet?"
"Hold on, it's not that easy." Sophia's hands kept typing away at the keyboard.
Attempting to infiltrate the Blue Water Celebrity Retreat's security system was no easy task, as it was rumored to be the investment property of some tech entrepreneur seeking a pastime. It boasted a sturdy firewall offered by a tech company, so there was no room for errors.
Lyra straightened up, twisting her waist to alleviate the soreness caused by her stance: "Are you sure you can do it?"
