Liar, Liar

♡ Chapter Six ♡

"I think Fitz might be the sketchy one." I switched the phone over to my other ear and walked out to the balcony, "Or maybe Hunt-- probably Fitz." I said. "Hunt asked me to keep an eye on him, for other reasons, but, he obviously suspects him too."

My Father sighed on the other end of the phone, "What else?"

"I noticed that Fitz locks his office, but Hunt doesn't," I said.

"Alot of people lock their offices, Julianne."

Leaning my elbow onto the railing, I rested my chin onto my hand and stared out across the city. It was more magnificent than during the day. The taxis whizzed through the streets and honked at each other while the buildings with the neon lights lit up the dark sky. 

My Father impatiently coughed, "Julianne?" 

"Oh, right," I pepped up, "Uh, yeah like I was saying, it's not only the door locking situation he has going on! He has personal guards in the lobby with metal detectors, a private elevator and cameras set up in the hallway on the fiftieth floor."

When he paused to consider what I had said, I pranced back into the apartment and threw myself onto the bed. Sure, the New York night life was the coolest thing to ever grace my eyes, but sitting and working all day, by a window, that was 140m from the ground, made the novelty of it all wear off quickly. Not even Fitz and his godly jaw could distract me from my sudden... fear? of heights.

"Julianne, are you listening to me?!"

No, I'm fantasizing about my boss, "Yes," I lied.

"If this is going to work then you have to focus," He dragged the word out as if I was too stupid to understand him, "I need this to work!"

"Okay, okay!" I surrendered, "Tell me what to do next and I'll do it."

He blew a breath into the speaker, "You have to go into Hunt's office; given that it is the only one available to you."

"Then what?" I masked my fear with a peppy tone.

"Dig," He stated simply, "Dig through his files, his drawers... even his computer if you can. We'll provide you with a hacking chip as soon as possible, but for now, do what you can and don't get caught."

The line went dead and the fear kicked in. I thought I'd have at least a week to settle in and act normal around my bosses before I started snooping among their stuff, and frankly, I didn't know what I was even looking for. But that was my Father's fault. He'd only lightly briefed me on the situation with Fitz and Hunt before flinging me onto a plane and expecting me to strike gold on day one.

Pulling my thoughts together, I locked them away somewhere in the back of my mind and tucked myself into bed. If I had any chance of getting a decent night sleep, I had to have a mind clear of all work related bullshit.

Before shutting my eyes, I glanced over at the framed picture on my bedside cabinet. I was going to find them, no matter what the cost.

-

I awoke the next day, considerably more nervous than I was twenty four hours ago. Thanks to my Father, and inability to take things easy, I was going to sneak into Nick Hunt's office and rummage through his drawers and cabinets... without getting caught. How? I didn't know, but sitting at my desk that morning, all I could do was wonder how I was going to pull it off.

"Miss Jones," Hunt burst through the door and I quickly shifted my eyes to the computer screen, pretending to be busy. "I have to run! Last minute conference on the floor below and it completely slipped my mind until now," He glanced down at his Rolex, his eyes widening, "If Sam shows up, tell him to come and find me."