Ivan's POV
They were allowed in at the showcasing of their V. I. P card to the security guard that was on duty with me.
“Do you know them?” I questioned the security guard innocently as he nodded in response to me, “Yes, they're regulars who also do some work for us and as such, are given a V. I. P pass card to allow them seamless entrance to the club without undergoing any scrutiny at all” He responded as I let out a smirk.
Then I muttered to myself, “They should watch out! Today will be their last time here!”
So as the security guard I was on duty with focused on checking the other customers entering and leaving the club, I seized the opportunity to slip away unnoticed. Making my way to the security room, I scanned the surveillance footage until I located the kids' whereabouts. With a hidden camera tucked inside my breast pocket, I headed straight for them.