Faced with what is right, to leave it undone shows a lack of courage.

Confucius

JENNIE

"Excuse me?" My arms are crossed, and I'm glaring at Nick. "You want me to get in the box?"

He ignores me, reaches inside a gym bag, pulls out some clothes, and hands it to Lisa and the guards. The three of them strip, and I can't even enjoy a shirtless Lisa, because I was just asked by an Andretti to stuff myself into a cardboard moving box.

When the guys are done dressing, they're in some sort of work uniform of jeans, a t-shirt, a baseball cap, and heavy worker boots. The caps read, "Donato's Moving Company," while the t-shirts have the company's logo sprawled across the front. The caps are pulled low enough that, if they keep their heads down, Lisa and the guards will be unrecognizable.

I see what's happening.

Wherever we're going, they'll be disguised as movers, and I'll be hidden in a box they'll move. Lucky me.

"Fine," I say, hopping down from the box and lifting its lid.

The box may look like it's made of cardboard on the outside, but the inside is sturdy and made of plush leather. Lisa stops me for a moment and presses a button, causing wheels to descend from the bottom of the box. A handle even pops up, which I assume is to help move me easier. The whole set up is fancy, and it leaves me to conclude that this isn't the first time they've moved people this way.

Lisa helps me into the tall, rectangular box. I sit down, shifting until I'm comfortable. When Lisa leans in to kiss me, I glare at her but let her anyway. She's smirking when she closes the lid on me.

My fingers latch onto the wall to steady myself as I'm rolled down a plank. There's less than a minute of darkness before the lid of the box opens, and I'm standing inside a fashionable brownstone.

"Where are we?" I ask Nick, as Lisa and the guards head back out to bring in more moving boxes, which are actually just empty.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

I roll my eyes but don't ask again. The drive didn't take very long, so given the New York City traffic, we're probably still pretty close to Lisa's. My guess, considering how fancy this place is, is that we're in one of those expensive brownstones by Central Park.

When Lisa returns, she hands me the bag I packed. I packed light with only the bare essentials—a phone charger, toiletries and two changes of clothes. Lisa, on the other hand, stuffed her bag with an insane amount of weapons and ammo and all black clothing. She only has two changes of clothes in there, too, which gives me hope that she doesn't think this will take too long.

We're led into a room with a bunch of high tech computers and screens, and until nightfall, I watch as Lisa, Nick and the guards sift through Jiyong's life, unveiling everything from the semi-fascist article he wrote for his high school paper to the pregnant mistress he paid off a few years ago. She walked away with a sizeable chunk of his net worth and still receives a massive monthly check, which might explain Jiyong's desire to acquire Black Enterprises for himself. There's even a deleted email on Jiyong's private server, connecting him to my invitation to the Wilton networking event.

I'm unable to look away as the guys sift through all of Jiyong's secrets, hardened and horrified by the violating realization that Jiyong must have done the same to me at one point.

The moon is in clear view again by the time Lisa informs me that it's time to leave for Vaserley. Instead of leaving in the moving truck again, we take a town car that's sitting in the garage. As we get in the back and Nick draws the curtains on the black tinted windows, I realize that it's for us.

Or maybe it's just me he doesn't want to know where he lives.

Either way, I can't see the road as we drive out of the garage and onto the street. In some ways, it's like being moved in the box again, except I have Lisa sitting beside me this time. About half an hour passes before we pull up to Vaserley, which doesn't make a lot of sense, since Lisa's place is less than a minute from Vaserley, and the drive to Nick's place yesterday only lasted ten minutes at the most.

I assume the driver must have taken a long route or driven in circles. I'm not sure whether that's to confuse me or someone that may be trailing us. Regardless, I'm extra wary of Nick's cloak and dagger routine, though to some extent, I recognize these moves as similar to the protocols Lisa has put into place.

When I get out of the car, I notice that we're in the private parking lot for Vaserley employees only. The cars that usually park in this lot mostly belong to the dining hall staff, housekeepers, R.A.s, P.C.s, and resident living administrators. So, it's pretty empty right now, considering it's a weekend and the only staff that sleep at Vaserley are R.A.s and P.C.s.

There's a door to enter the staff area of the hall, but it's guarded by a fairly young campus security guard. He looks to be about in his mid-twenties. I'm surprised when Lisa approaches the guy, and they bump fists.

"Lisa, long time no see!" the guy greets with an easy smile.

"Hey, Mark." Lisa gestures to me. "This is my fiancée, Jennie." She turns to me. "Jennie, this is Mark. We used to train together at my neighborhood's UFC gym."

Mark adds, "That was before Princess Lalisa got swept away by Prince Charming and pushed into a life of prep schools and Ivy leagues."

Lisa rolls her eyes. "He's still bitter that he's never won a fight against me."

"Yeah, yeah." Mark becomes serious, his eyes cutting to Nick and the guards before returning to Lisa. "I let Bastian up a few minutes ago. Is everything good?"

"Yeah, Jennie's hiding out here for a few days with these two," she gestures to the guards, "and Bastian. We have surveillance on Vaserley, but I'd also appreciate your eyes and ears, too."

"Of course. Same phone number?"

Lisa nods, then Mark opens the door, and we're ushered inside through the back entrance. Vaserley is a ghost town as we make our way to my old hall, which makes sense given the late hour. We stay quiet, though, being sure not to wake anyone up.

One of Lisa's guards sent a message to Doyeon ahead of time to find somewhere else to stay, so we won't be waking her up by going inside the room. Using my old key, I open the door into my former dorm room and turn on the lights. I roll my eyes when I see that Doyeon's mess has found its way onto my old bed. Typical.

Even Lisa's brows raise when she takes in the scene. "Was it ransacked?"

I'm not sure if she's joking or not, so I answer anyway, "This is 100% Doyeon."

"Huh."

No kidding.

Before I can reply, there's a knock on the door. Lisa opens it slightly, her gun ready in one hand, before relaxing her trigger finger and opening the door all the way. I see Bastian first and relax, but when Krystal enters my line of sight, I'm instantly tense again.

"What do you want?" I ask, bluntly.

Bastian answers instead, "She's offering to give you her room. Sounds legit."

Krystal rolls her eyes at the suspicion in mine. "I owe you for saving me from the spiked drink. We're even after this."

"I vetted her electronics history and did a full sweep of her room. Everything checks out," Bastian continues, ignoring us. "It's a better option than Jennie's old room."

Lisa turns to me and lifts a questioning brow. I sigh and nod, because Bastian is right. It makes more sense to hide out in Krystal's room than one that I'm known to have stayed in.

"We'll take it," Lisa says.

Krystal crosses her arms and adds, "Just to be clear, I still don't like you, but I respect you for what you did for me."

I don't reply, because honestly, I don't give a fuck. I just want this whole thing to be done, so I can have Lisa back safely already.