CHAPTER 13 - WINDOW SHOPPING
The cool morning air gave me goosebumps as I speed-walked down Court Street toward the Inns. Like the morning prior, I seemed to be the only person up at this hour. I hadn't informed Katie that I was leaving, but judging by volume of her snores when I left, I doubted she'd even notice my absence.
I'd hardly slept at all that night. In the hours following Alpha's warning about Katie, my mind ricocheted from one conspiracy theory to the next. Despite our amazing evening together, I was now just as unsettled and anxious as I was before Katie arrived. But even after Alpha's message, my instinct was to trust her. Whatever happened with her profile, Katie just didn't seem like the manipulative type. Quite frankly, it was hard to imagine her even telling a
fib
without blushing. The more logical explanation was that this was all an administrative mistake and she knew nothing about it.
But to make completely sure, I'd gotten up at the butt-crack of dawn to pay a visit to a...
specialist
. Stopping in front of room 213 at Inn number 4, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Moments later, the Asian girl named June answered the door wearing a skimpy silk nightdress. "Hi Jodie!" She said perkily.
"Hello again," I replied with a forced smile.
"It's good to see you!" she responded, stepping forward and embracing me in a hug. I blinked in surprise, awkwardly returning her random gesture with a pat on the back. June's cheerful demeanor was a sharp contrast to the rebel rouser I'd originally encountered in the woods. The June I'd first met was the stone-cold fighter who'd lunged herself at Eric and given him a bloody nose.
"Likewise," I replied.
"Come in," June said, motioning inside. The room was a pigsty and was littered with laundry and empty food boxes. "
Master
is on the toilet, but he should be out momentarily," she said. Her emphasis on the word
master
sounded sarcastic, almost as if she was telling me an inside joke.
"Ulm not on luh hoilet!" I heard Eric's voice call out from the bathroom. Just then, Eric leaned out from the bathroom door, his toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. "A'll be light owt!"
"Make yourself at home," June said, clearing a pile of dirty clothes off of the armchair in the corner of the room. "We've got muffins, if you'd like any," she added, gesturing over toward the counter on the opposite wall. "The orange raspberry ones are out of this world."
"I'm good actually. But thanks," I replied courteously, taking a seat. June disappeared into the bathroom and a split second later, Eric exited wearing a tank top, gym shorts, and a bathrobe.
"Jodie O'Connell. Top of the marnin' to ya!" Eric said cheerfully in a terrible Irish accent, tipping an imaginary top hat.
"Nice," I answered dryly. The both of them were far too caffeinated for my tastes this morning...
"So, how's life?" Eric asked, taking a seat on the foot of his bed. "You end up getting a new slave after blondie?"
"I... did," I answered, looking away awkwardly. The words "
getting a new slave
" didn't jive well with my soul. Being awarded
custody
wasn't much better, but at least it sounded a bit more consensual.
"No kidding," Eric replied, looking impressed. "Who is she?"
"Um, her name's Katie," I answered, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. Eric continued staring at me with his eyebrows raised, clearly hoping that I'd offer more details. I shook my head dismissively, replying, "It's... complicated," I said. The less Eric knew about my chaotic circumstances the better.
Eric frowned in disappointment. "You're no fun," he conceded. "I guess I'll just add it the to the list of explanations you owe me."
"What explanations do I owe you?" I asked defensively.
"You still haven't told me why you ditched the blonde in the first place," he clarified. "I'm kinda bummed out about that, by the way! I was hoping I'd be able to convince you to swap her out with June for a night," Eric clarified.
"Rude!" I heard June call out from the bathroom.
Eric ignored her and continued, "I've always wanted to know what it's like to dominate someone who could bench-press me." His eyes stared over my shoulder as if imagining his fantasy. There was an awkward silence where neither of us said anything. Eventually, I cleared my throat to snap Eric out of his daydream.
Eric blinked and looked back at me. "So, what's goin' on?" he asked. "Your DM's sounded... vague." It's true. I'd written Eric several times over the night requesting to meet, but refused to elaborate further.
"Yeah," I responded hesitantly. "So, um- I think I remember you telling me that you're a computer guy?"
"Correct," Eric replied, "I run a cyber security company."
"Well, I'm hoping you can take a look at this for me," I said, pulling out my phone and opening the document that Alpha had sent to me earlier. I handed it to Eric. "Does anything stick out to you as abnormal about this?"
Eric furrowed his brow as he examined Katie's profile. "What am I looking for, exactly?" he asked.
"Honestly, I don't know," I replied. "I was hoping you might be able to tell if it was like... forged or something."
"Wait- this isn't the Kingdom app," Eric said, looking confused. After scrolling back to the top, he looked up at me. "How're you viewing this in your browser?"
I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "Why is that significant?"
"It's significant because it means you're accessing the domain," Eric mansplained, bluntly. I saw him tap the refresh button, reloading Katie's profile. "Which raises the obvious question..." he continued, "
How did you gain clearance into the Kingdom's domain?
"
I blinked, unsure if his question was rhetorical. "I don't know," I answered. "I just clicked a link."
"A link?" Eric asked.
"From... the app," I lied. "Under Katie's name."
Eric returned to the home screen and opened the Kingdom app. Once he found Katie's profile, he scrolled down to the end.
"Well, it's not here anymore," Eric muttered.
"Yeah," I replied. "But what you see
there
isn't the same as what's in the link."
"How so?" Eric asked, cocking his eyebrow.
"Well, the one from the link says that Katie has no allergies," I explained. "The one that's now on the app says that she's allergic to peaches."
"Hmm," Eric said, clearly deep in thought. "Well, that part doesn't seem odd to me. This place employs hundreds of women. They're bound to make a few clerical slip-ups." He exited the app and returned to the browser. I felt my soul sigh with relief. This was the conclusion that I'd hoped Eric would reach. Hearing him sum the error up as coincidence made my trust in Katie feel considerably less irresponsible. "What I find bizarre, though," he continued, "is how you managed to access what
appears
like an archived file on what
should
be a secure domain." He rubbed his chin contemplatively. "There's no reason why you or anyone else should be able to see this... Strikes me as a security red flag."
Standing to his feet, Eric grabbed his phone off his nightstand. "I'm gonna jot down the URL and look into this later." After he finished typing the address into his phone, he handed my phone back to me. "Very odd," he mused to himself. "I'll let you know what I find."
"Thanks," I said, already feeling more relaxed.
Eric stepped over to the counter next to me and grabbed a muffin. "Was that all you needed?" he asked, before taking a big bite of his muffin.
"Um, yeah pretty much," I replied awkwardly. "Actually... no!" I said, remembering my second request. "I know I probably sound paranoid at this point, but... I think I may be getting spied on."