CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND ELEVEN FAILED PLANS

•MAE• Is anything worse than being caught red-handed in the middle of your plans? I bet there isn't. Yeah, I was used to imagining things, especially situations, but this time, it was real. I pinched myself hard, like other people usually do, when wanting to confirm whether it was reality or not, and should I say unluckily? It was reality! The only thing reality rescued us with was that Frank hadn't entered yet; he only spoke from the lobby. We had only one option, and that's to make George hide first or else — I didn't want to think about the consequences. It was a miserable one; yes, it was. I didn't have to say a thing to George; he wasn't a moron, so he knew what he ought to do; without hesitation, he hid behind the large standing mirror alongside the iron. I wanted to question why he chose to hide there, but it was too late, so the door opened immediately. But I guess I got an answer myself; it was nothing other than ‘He'll be attacking Frank from behind.' Frank came int