The Way You Make Me Feel - A Michael Jackson Love Story

Chapter 142 - Scamming Secruity

My heart drops to my stomach. "O-oh my god..." 

Winnie's POV

"TAP, TAP, TAP."

I groan rolling over on my side as the annoying tap on my door continues.

There was two things that could easily make me mad.

Me starving and or waking me up early.

"I'm coming!" I call out. "Gosh." I mumble to myself bitterly as I kick the warm sheets off of me, before swinging open the door.

"You can't believe this." Clifton pushes past me as I close the door behind me tiredly, as I yawn. "Greg is in the hospital."

My eyes widen as I shoot him a look. "What?!"

"Yeah. I heard Bob, that technician guy, say that Greg was beat up really bad and Michael found him in the hallway."

"Do they know who did it?"

"I don't think so." 

I immediately rush to my suitcase as I begin grabbing clothes. "You know what this means right?!"

"I have a feeling you're going to tell me." 

"It means we are going to find the security room to see what happened."

"Oh." Clifton pauses before whipping his head in my direction. "Excuse me?" 

"You hacked in your dad's security before, right?" I ask walking past him as I go in the bathroom. 

"Winnie, I know you're not asking me to--"

"It's just to see if--"

"Nope! Nuh-uh, out of the question." he shakes his head feverishly. "It was one thing to break into Tatiana's house and you see where that got us." he chuckles in disbelief. "But to break in the hotel's security room?! Are you crazy?" 

I roll my eyes closing the bathroom door as I begin to change. "We came on this tour to complete a mission and--"

"Have you been watching too many episodes of 21 Jump Street or something?! Do you know what could happen?! We can get arrested!" he squeaks out from the other side of the door.

"Only if we get caught. Getting caught is for amateurs...and I'm no amateur." I call out.

"Even if we were to do it....it would be impossible. Do you know how tight security is in this hotel right now? Especially since Michael Jackson is here?!"

I snort. "Apparently it's not that tight since someone got their head bashed in." 

I open the door, now completely dressed as I walk past him. "I'm almost insulted to think you didn't think I'd have a plan."

"Plan or not. I'm not doing this." he says crossing his arms. "And there's no way you can talk me into this."

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"I can't believe you talked me into this." Clifton hisses as we peek around the corner seeing one of the hotel staff members outside of the door that reads:

DO NOT ENTER
AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY

"See what that sign says?" Clifton whispers as we watch the worker walk away. "I say we follow it's instructions."

I roll my eyes. "Count to at least 45. When I give the signal--"

"Yeah, yeah...find the tape from the time and date, and bring it back to the room." he huffs.