Overwhelming discovery

Sitting in my living room, our teacups now empty, Camille and I began to think about what we could do with Visha's keys. The excitement and adrenaline of the moment made us consider plans, each more daring than the last.

-What if we set fire to Visha's garage?, I suddenly suggested, a mischievous smile stretching my lips.

Colette looked at me, at first surprised by the audacity of the idea, then her eyes lit up with palpable interest. "That's an interesting idea. She deserves it, after all. Always being naughty, you reap what you sow."

However, I leaned towards her slightly, my tone becoming more serious. "But first, we need to find something incriminating. Something that could really embarrass her or even knock her off her pedestal."

Colette nodded, thinking about the best options.

-Okay, but how can we not get caught?

-We have to be methodical, I replied. "We enter discreetly, we search for incriminating evidence. Once that's done, we can consider creating a little more chaos, like setting fire to his garage."

We made a detailed plan, agreeing to leave as soon as night fell, when there would be less chance of anyone noticing us. I insisted on the importance of not leaving any traces.

-I'm going to get some tools that might be useful to us, I said, getting up to rummage in a cupboard. "Gloves so you don't leave prints, a flashlight, and maybe something to break open drawers if necessary."

Colette helped me gather everything we would need. We were determined and focused, our minds focused on the task at hand. Once everything was prepared, we waited patiently for night to fall, adrenaline pumping with each passing minute.

When the night was dark enough, we set out towards Visha's house. The ride was done in silence, each lost in thought, mentally preparing for what we were about to do.

Arriving in front of Visha's house, we slipped into the shadows, using the keys to enter discreetly. The house was plunged into silence, an oppressive atmosphere reigning in the air.

-Let's start with the office, I whispered to Colette. "This is where we are most likely to find important documents."

We start to think about what we could do. And I suggest to Colette that she set fire to Visha's garage. She looks at me in surprise before nodding, interested. "She deserves it after all, for always being mean. You reap what you sow," I said. But first of all, I warn Colette that we have to find compromising things.

I head towards Donovan's office while she heads towards Visha's office. Entering his room, I quickly start rummaging through the drawers and cupboards. I don't bother taking it easy and throw all the stuff on the floor. Opening one of its drawers, hundreds of photos of me fall to the floor. I observe them one by one and understand that Donovan is observing me, and in one of the photos, I kiss Koen.

My heart is racing. What did that mean? Why did Donovan take pictures of me? How long has he been watching me?

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps in the hallway. I rush to pick up the photos and hide them in my jacket.

Colette rushes in, her face pale. "There's a problem," she said quietly. "I found something in Visha's office, and it's worse than we imagined."