ᵂᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᶠᵒʳʷᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ.
⁻ᴮʳⁱᵍʰᵗ_ˢⁱᵈᵉ_ᴵⁿᶜ.

"......." Amily rubbed her head. It hurt from staring at her computer screen all day. She pushed her glasses up slightly, scowling at the email she had gotten.

'Dear Ms. Rayes. I am emailing to get your report on...'

Amily facepalmed and stopped reading. "That was today?"

'...finding the correct people for the MAZE experience. You still haven't turned it in, even though you said you'd do it last week. We are running out of time, Amily.'

She stopped reading once again, and closed her eyes. "This is a bad idea anyway. It's not like he's gonna do anything if I don't-"

'Bing!'

A text message.

"Amily. I am going to need you to give me the people, or you will get kicked off the team. We both know you don't want that."

A shiver went down her spine. She had only found one so far...

'Please, give me more time. I'm almost finished with finding them. I need this job, Ethan. Just... one more month, okay? Please?' She typed quickly.

'....'

Silence.

'One more month, Ami. This is your last chance.'