I grinned at him, then dramatically folded my limbs, rotated my head 180 degrees, and crawled creepily across the floor toward him.
Donald's face turned as pale as a sheet, and he almost fainted again.
Luckily, Amelia acted fast—she grabbed a bottle of medicated oil from the table and poured a generous amount straight into his nostrils.
Donald's eyes watered instantly. "I'll confess! I'll confess!" he sobbed. "I knew I couldn't handle my evil brother's mess, so I helped him transfer something onto a USB drive! And now—now I'm seeing ghosts!"
My intuition told me that USB drive was important. "Where's the USB drive now?" I demanded.
"I—I just dropped it off at my brother's company. That's where I was when I ran into you!"
"Hurry! Take us there!" I said.
Donald hesitated, his expression reluctant and fearful.
So I decided to give him a little motivation.
I twisted my body 720 degrees and yanked out my intestines, looping them gently around his neck.
Donald screamed bloody murder and hit the accelerator, speeding straight toward Denver's company.
...
In the passenger seat, Amelia stared blankly ahead, her voice soft. "Sherry... do we really have to get that USB drive?"
I could tell she didn't want to go back—to the same place where she'd been humiliated earlier.
But I knew we had to.
When I returned to the mortal world, Hades told me that only Amelia could see me. Now that Donald could too, it meant he was connected to my unfinished business somehow.
I nodded seriously.
Amelia exhaled and said, "Alright. I believe you."
Donald held a high position in the company, so we weren't stopped this time when we walked in. Still, the expression on the receptionist's face was priceless—like she was watching a soap opera play out live.
When we reached Denver's office, the secretary blocked the doorway. "Sir Donald, Sir Denver took Miss Janine for a prenatal checkup. He's not here right now."
Donald smiled politely. "That's fine. I just came to get something."
The secretary's gaze flicked briefly toward Amelia, her expression full of unspoken gossip.
Taking advantage of the moment, I whispered to Donald, "Go on. Plug in the USB and take a photo of whatever's inside."
He gave a bitter smile but didn't dare refuse.
Amelia waited in the car while I followed Donald into the office. He opened the drawer, retrieved a sleek USB drive, and plugged it into the computer.