Chapter 9
It took a few days but the office is in order now time to go through files and hint down passwords. Picking up the pink diary I look it over seeing if I can figure out who it belongs to. We have a vault sorta in the basement. A room where the past alpha's things are kept. So if I can figure out which A.W is the owner of this little book I could look through their things.
It would be no big deal to just walk on down and pull my grandfather’s things but then his sister has the same initial. But then there's Aphrodite, Ares, and Aurora so going through five people’s things could and would take forever. Setting it aside I open the top left side drawer. Staples. Takes who use takes. Where did he use takes? Paper clips ruler rubber bands. Okay, nothing. Next. Note pads this could nope blank. Under ten of those is printer paper. Looking at the two six-drawer file cabinets guess he likes hard copies of everything. Good.
The middle drawer had pens and gum mostly. The top right drawer had a binder-style checkbook. Okay good. Setting it on the desk a leaf of paper slips out. I pick it up to find it’s a check stub made out to cash. It’s for a ridiculous amount of money so maybe I can trace the check number.
The bottom drawer was confusing for a few moments. It looked bigger on the face than inside. Turns out there’s a false bottom. Opening it there’s a single sheet of paper with Samuels written on it. No. Could it? Staring at the screen. I could try it and still have three tries before a lock-out so. Fuck it. I type in SamU3ls just like it’s written. My finger hovered over the enter button. Taking a deep breath holding it I press down.
Peeping through one eye the screen comes to life. Yes, wait why the way that the password is? Another time. Okay, files let’s find business dealing. Humming as I scan the list but then I noticed the one labeled contracts are locked. So another password. Could it be the same? One way to find out and nope. Okay on the list to find later.
Guard list. It’s a start search by a name in any payroll program I find will be easier. Opening it I see a spreadsheet. It’s labeled at the top year one year, year two, year three, and year four. Down the left side are pack blocks. In each pack block is a list of names. The top of the list with the largest block is the black rose pack.
- Philip Samuels future alpha. Studying general and emergency medicine.
- Tyler's black future beta of the black rose studying business with a minor in finance.
- Hank franks warrior security level 4 and below
It goes on. Fifteen warriors from the black rose. A few from other packs. Some with future betas or alphas. No gamma or delta. Maybe they don’t have them. What do these spreadsheet roosters mean? Oh, one more column signed renewed contract. Have an X the rest blank. The black rose has a red exclamation mark on it. But there are no notes at the bottom. The list goes back years and years. Each book is a different year. It looks like every pack on this content. All except the snowpack. They are at the top with the word exempt next to their name. I need in that file.
Oh, here we go online checking. Click. Access denied please contact customer service. Well, sixteen years so makes sense. The checkbook will get me to the account. What’s this? Azazel. Opening the file I read the worse horror book someone started. I only skimmed a few pages but the author had an imagination, I guess.
Well, then this is a bust. Putting the files back I shit down the computer. Grabbing the diary. Whoever this belonged to isn’t around anymore and it’s a cheap lock. I will try my hand at picking the lock before I restore to cutting the cover off. I would like to now ruin it if I can avoid it.
On my bed I have every dairy key I own along with bobby pins, a butter knife, and tweezers. And whiskey. Sipping my bottle I try all fifteen diary keys. Ten went in the lock four turned zero disengage the lock. Okay, bobby pins next. My bottle is half gone. A good mild happy giggle stage buzz creeps up. So bobby pins are sharp when you remove the plastic on the end in case you needed to know that. And they make horrible keys. “neeesxxxxtttttt” I sing throwing my arms out. Tweezers. “come on just go in the hole” I fight with them. Tossing them across the room “ya well screw you too buddy. As for you, I have had enough. I don’t know why I can’t break this stupid children’s lock.” I grumble and slur at the diary. Getting up I stumble to my craft desk grabbing scissors. “let's see how strong your binding is.” I cackle at the book as I tip-toe back over to my bed. Hopping the last few feet landing on my knees with a bounce.
Grabbing the book turn it over I find the weakest spot down the spine. Open the scissors cutting down the weak spot like they are a knife. The slicing sound echoes in my room. Flipping it over I do it on the front. Repeating this until the front and back cover fell off the spine. The lock is still locked as it hits the ground falling flat.
Setting all the crap on the side table I grab my now half-empty bottle settling back in my bed. Opening to the first. The pink paper is lined with little flowers around the border. The top is printed dear on the left side of the paper and date printed on the right side. I the center is a fades water marked crown with the letter W in the center.
The first page was heart breaking.
Dear Diary
My name is Artemis and today I turned 8. But no one cared they only care about Apollo….
