Blue Document.

**Isabella**

The image of Tara and Chris locked in a passionate kiss lingered stubbornly in my mind, refusing to fade. What did it signify? Could it be that Tara and Chris had been keeping secrets, perhaps even fucking behind Razor's back?

Pushing aside the unsettling thoughts, I went through my usual training regimen for the day. As I headed back indoors, a sudden idea struck me like lightning. Without hesitation, I decided to act on it, my feet carrying me swiftly towards Razor's office.

Arriving at the hallway outside Razor's domain, I paused briefly, scanning my surroundings. Spotting no sign of Chris, I made a split-second decision to proceed. The guards, engrossed in their own discussion, seemed oblivious to my presence as I darted into the office, ensuring to close the door with a soft click.

Relief flooded through me as I began my search, methodically scouring through the shelves for any clues.