“Alright. We can do this, right?” Zayn and Cassandra sneak into the bathroom of the 5th floor at 6 in the morning. Lying that they would go for a walk in the park and then leaving to their brother’s office directly, the duo make an entry into the puzzled waters.
“It’s Saturday…” Cassandra recalls, looking at her phone.
“Yes it is. And tomorrow…” Zayn knew better not to mention about it.
“All the best, baby. We can do this.” Says Zayn, helping her up into the vent pipe. The structure holds her as she crawls to the centre and gives him the location.
“Okay, cool. You’re in position. I’ll go back as well.” Zayn then jumps into a cubicle. He enters the pipeline above, crawling to his position as well.
[I’m here.] He texts Cassandra.
[Yup. I hope I won’t fall asleep]
[Me too]
After two hours, the maintenence teams checks in first. Cassandra smells the gases of chemicals from the vent pipe. A few feet away in front of her, the fan was switched on.
‘Shit. It’s too loud for me to hear any whispers from anywhere.’ She thinks to herself.
[Zayn. I’m in a little trouble here with a fan right in front of me]
[Me as well, to my right. I’ll see what I can do] saying, Zayn crawls a little towards the checkered grill meant to absorb the smells through suction of the fan.
He stares downwards, trying to find a switchboard.
Once the team moves away, the washroom looked pretty empty to him. He fishes out one of those poles from a social media purchase: one that opens up into a long pole with a button.
“Reach it, reach it…” he whispers, looking out for spectators as well. He tests the switches, playing with the lights.
“Ugh, so many of them.” He grumbles. As one switch makes sure the fan was switched off, he rejoices.
[Hey, I switched mine off]
[Lucky pig]
[Hehe]
After another hour of nothingness, people began to spill in. The girl’s washroom was clubbed with many groups of working women using up the washroom for all other business than its actual use.
Cassandra was growing tired at 11.
[I’m hungry] she texts him.
[Have that protein bar I gave you]
[But i want smth sour]
[…]
Chuckling, Cassandra carefully opens the protein bar without making a noise. She scrutinizes the crowd below her, listening to their conversations and learning their texts.
[I’m disgusted by what girls text other people]
Zayn laughs silently as the picture she sends of her device screen. Obscene texts were written on it as she reads them all.
[Oh well, look out for secret codes too] He texts.
[Damn I feel like a spy]
After what seemed like an eternity, someone suspicious enters the men’s washroom. Zayn quickly notices as he texts Cassandra at 3:42pm.
[Babe someone just locked the door] He says and notices another person unlock a cubicle. Coincidentally, those two were the only one in the big washroom.
“Did you do it?”
“Yes, I’ve set the timing in the bomb on Wednesday.”
Wednesday?
“Let’s hope they don’t run a security check.” The man in suit says.
“I hope so too.” Zayn squints his eyes to see close. The man resembled someone a lot.
He almost gasps when he realises.
It was the man in the meeting on Wednesday, when him and Louis were playing around during their meeting with the CEO and chairman.
“Um… about my money, sir.”
“I wired it to you. Tsk, so much to bomb just one person.”
“It’s not just one person, sir. It’s their CEO. We need him gone.”
“That’s true. Now go back first, I’ll follow you later.”
“Yes sir.”
Zayn felt his heart begin to race as he realises that man was the speaker who denied letting anyone else use the private service.
[Cass. I have a lead. They fucking planted a bomb in the aircraft]
[Did you find out which one was it?]
Zayn widens his eyes in realisation.
[Shit, no. They didn’t reveal much]
[It’s ok at least we know who they are what he looks like right?]
[Yeah. I’ll come down now.]
[Yeah, and help me here]
[Sure, I’m coming]
Zayn felt an odd feeling all this while. He climbs down the vent pipe and makes sure there was no one around.
He sneaks into the women’s washroom to help her down, when no one was inside.
“Oh god,” before dusting herself off, Cassandra quickly kisses the male. She was scared, thrilled and anxious all in one moment. Reciprocating her kiss, he hugs her close as well.
“I’m scared.”
“Me too.” He replies to her emotion, attaching their foreheads as they breathe loudly.
“Let’s go.” Nodding, Cassandra follows him outside as he sprints back into the building.
“Louis!”
“There you two are. Where were you-”
“Louis, I need to-” Cassandra stops Zayn from oversharing the information they discovered. Zayn cuts himself off as he makes up a lie, “Louis I uh… wanna speak with that guy who presented on Wednesday. The private jet service guy.”
“Oh, him. Why?” Louis asks them, yet checking his virtual directory on the tablet.
“I wanna know his services f-for my internship project.”
“Okay, here.” Louis gives him the number and details.
“Great. Um… why don’t you just take your private jet to fly for the Launch organizer, Louis? Its-”
“You heard that its mandatory for us, right? I know you wanna travel with me there, for your internship.”
“Yeah. F-For points.” Cassandra licks her bottom lip, nibbling anxiously as Zayn copies the information.
“Thanks, bro!” Briefly hugging him, Cassandra and Zayn rush down the hall to meet the guy.
“Hello?” The man speaks on the line.
“Hello? Mr. David?”
“Yes, that will be me.”
“Hello sir, I am Zayn. Can I please know where you are so we can talk personally?”
“I don’t understand why, but I’m in the cafeteria sir. You can come there.”
“Yup, we’re coming.” Cassandra widens her eyes.
“That was too easy.” She says.
“I know, but everything depends on whether he will let us know about the aircraft or not.”