As Jack returned to the hotel where he had left Carrie, he realized he was a little too late. Carrie had already awakened, her demeanor slightly frantic as she paced the lobby, searching for something. Jack quickly ducked behind a pillar, his heart racing as he listened in on Carrie's conversation with the receptionist."Have you seen my employee ID card?" Carrie asked, her voice tinged with urgency. "It's really important."The receptionist offered Carrie a sympathetic smile, her tone gentle as she tried to reassure the distraught woman. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Guests are responsible for their personal belongings, but we'll do our best to assist you in finding it."Carrie's eyes widened with desperation, her voice trembling as she pleaded with the receptionist. "Please, you have to help me find it. My office will charge me if I've lost it. And more importantly, it must not fall into the wrong hands!" Her distress was palpable, her fear of the consequences evident in every word."We unders

Jill's fingers traced over the surface of the duplicated employee ID card, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she scrutinized every detail. "This is it," she murmured, her voice brimming with determination. "With this, we can venture deeper into The Golden Apple's secrets."Jack's grin mirrored Jill's enthusiasm as he reached out to accept the card. However, just as his fingers brushed against it, Jill pulled back slightly, her demeanor shifting to one of solemnity. "Remember, Jack," she cautioned, her gaze locking onto his with intensity. "We're allies in this. Trust is everything."Jack met her gaze, the weight of her words settling heavily upon him. "You have my word," he replied earnestly, his voice steady. "I won't let you down."With a sense of reassurance, Jill passed the ID card into Jack's waiting hand, a silent acknowledgment of the trust between them. "Good," she affirmed, her tone resolute. "Let's ensure we stay steps ahead of them."Tucking the ID card securely into h

As Carrie hurriedly gathered her belongings, Jill sprang into action, feigning normalcy as she set about fixing Carrie's flat tire at a regular pace. With every passing moment, Jill could feel the pressure mounting, knowing that they were running out of time. As she worked, she discreetly communicated with Jack through her covert communication device, urgently relaying the message that she couldn't stall Carrie any longer. "Jack, I can't hold Carrie much longer," Jill whispered anxiously into her device, her fingers deftly maneuvering to complete her task while keeping up appearances. "You need to move quickly." She waited anxiously for Jack's response, hoping that he had managed to complete his mission in Carrie's office before she became suspicious. With each passing second, the weight of their precarious situation hung heavily in the air, driving Jill to work even faster in her attempt to buy Jack the time he needed to escape undetected. Jack listened intently to Jill's urgent me

With a racing heart, Jack kept his eyes fixed on Carrie's computer screen, the flickering light casting an eerie glow across his tense features. The file transfer progressed painstakingly slowly, each passing percentage feeling like an eternity as the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the corridor outside.“You sure you locked the door last night?” a voice pierced through the air, clear and distinct. Jack's breath caught in his throat as he recognized the voice, his mind racing to come up with a plan.He strained to hear the response, his senses heightened to the point of overload. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the faint hum of the computer and the pounding of Jack's own heart.“Okay, I’ll check your office for you,” the voice finally replied, the words carrying a sense of urgency that sent a shiver down Jack's spine.As the progress bar on the monitor inched closer to completion, Jack's fingers trembled slightly as he reached for the flash drive.

Jack's voice echoed softly in the concealed chamber as he initiated the system. Instantly, the familiar ding of acknowledgment resonated through the room, accompanied by the system's response.[Welcome back, user Jack Harrison. What would you like to do with the system today?]It queried, awaiting Jack's command.In a hushed tone, Jack responded, "I'd like to exchange one point for a special ability." His words were barely above a whisper, a subtle request hidden within the depths of the system's interface.[One point is exchanged for a special ability.]Meanwhile, outside the hidden server room, Carrie swiped her ID card, the electronic lock responding with a mechanical click as the door slowly swung open. The dimly lit chamber greeted her cautiously as she stepped inside, a vase of flowers clenched tightly in her grasp, poised as an improvised weapon. With measured steps, she surveyed the room, her senses attuned to any sign of intrusion.To her relief, the room appeared exactly as