We stepped into the dark room, the smell of old paper and dust filling my nose.

I moved to the desk computer and pressed the power button.

The screen flickered to life, casting a blue glow over our faces.

“Where are the pharmacy logs kept?” Bernadette asked, guarding the door.

“In the database under ‘Internal Audits,'” I said, my fingers flying over the keyboard.

“But it requires a secondary password from the chief nursing officer.”

“Which is?” Bernadette asked.

“I don’t know,” I said, my heart sinking.

“I don’t have it.”

The screen flashed a red prompt: *Access Denied. Enter Authorization Code.*

I stared at the screen, my hands trembling.

If I couldn’t get these files, we had nothing to show Dr. Sterling.

Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

I pulled it out, expecting another threat from Mark or James.

But the screen showed a message from an unknown number.

I tapped the screen, and a single line of text appeared on the display.

The text message was brief.

“Try the code: 9240#CNO.”

I stared at the screen of my phone.