Truth or Dare by Jacqueline Green Page B

look. The last thing she needed right now was the
maid
getting in her way.
    But Sahara didn’t budge. “You have key?” she asked curtly.
    Tenley sighed. Of course someone as rich as Lanson would not only have a security room, but a
locked
security room. “The key,” she moaned dramatically, slapping her forehead in a how-could-I-be-so-stupid gesture. “Of course. I would normally just get it from Lanson, but I…” She thought quickly, running through a slew of possible excuses. “I need it because I can’t find the diamond necklace he gave me,” she finished quickly. “I know he wants me to wear it to dinner tonight, and he’ll be so upset if I lost it! So I thought I could look through some security footage to figure out where I left it.” She paused, acting as if a thought had just occurred to her. “Actually, you haven’t seen a diamond necklace anywhere, have you, Sahara?”
    “Of course no!” Sahara said. “If I find a necklace, I return the necklace!”
    Tenley nodded. “I’m sure you do. Well, then you wouldn’t mind getting the key for me, would you? You can just tell Lanson you need to clean the room.”
    She felt a tiny flicker of guilt as she smiled innocently at Sahara. But it was like her mom always said: Desperate times call for clever measures.
    Sahara narrowed her eyes at Tenley as she dug around in the pocket of her uniform. “Here,” she barked. She pulled out a key ring and removed a single silver key, thrusting it into Tenley’s hands. “No need to bother Mr. Reed.”
    “Thanks, Sahara,” Tenley said as sweetly as she could muster. Then she bolted into the security room, closing the door tightly behind her.
    The room was small—more like a large closet—with several filing cabinets lining one wall and several TV screens and a desk with a large computer lining the other. Beneath the TV screens, a bunch of wires jutted out from the wall, crowded with tiny labels. Tenley sat down at the desk, turning her attention to the computer. Most of the files on it were encrypted or password protected, but she quickly found the one she was looking for: SECURITY CAMERA FOOTAGE .
Bingo
.
    It opened right up, no password needed. And Tenley quickly found out why. The folder was completely empty. Frustrated, she abandoned the computer and wandered over to the wires. After a minute of scanning, she found the label she was looking for: SECURITY CAMERA . There were three jacks beneath it—but not a single wire was plugged into any of them.
    Suddenly it hit Tenley. None of the cameras were connected to the feed. Lanson’s whole expansive camera system wasn’t even turned on; it was just there for show. Tenley shook her head. She shouldn’t be surprised.She was quickly learning that a lot about Lanson Reed—and Trudy Reed, for that matter—was for appearances only.
    Tenley slumped against a filing cabinet. She was back to square one. In her mind, she saw the note again.
You have an hour to post the truth about your new assets on Facebook—or I’ll spread the news for you. Be at the docks at midnight tonight, because the game is far from over.
Whoever had written it couldn’t actually be serious about spreading the news… could they?
    No, of course not. It was just some stupid joke that fell about a hundred feet short of funny. Tenley straightened up, her fists clenching at her sides. All of a sudden she was furious. Things were finally going well for her again. She wasn’t about to let some freak—whoever it was—ruin it.
    She took a deep breath. That settled it. There was no way she was going through with the dare, but she
would
go to the docks at midnight. She’d go and she’d find out who this person was, and then she’d put them in their place.
    Because there was one truth she did want everyone to know: When it came to dares, Tenley Reed was the master.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Sunday, 4:10 PM
    SYDNEY STIFLED A YAWN AS TONY WAVED HER OVER to the Club’s bar. Sunday was
supposed
to be her