Being a tourist in a new country, naturally, people welcomed you with welcome arms to explore their workplaces and mansions.

You had no idea it'd be different with Danforth Enterprises. Nobody greeted you, which you didn't really mind. It got kind of annoying when people would follow you around asking if you wanted a snack or a drink.

You tour around the place, not touching anything. It all looked really expensive. The couch probably costed more then your yearly salary. You only admired, until you bump into the owner himself, Derek Danforth.

"Uh, who the hell are you?"

He asks. You get scared and freeze up, thinking he's gonna call the cops on you as he pulls out his phone.

To your surprise, he chuckles and puts his phone away.

"Just kidding. I got you pretty good, huh? Listen. I won't call the cops on you if you do this thing for me."

You nod profusely, not wanting to get locked up in a country you don't even live in.

"Okay, okay. I will."

You say. Derek nods.

"You know how to hack?"

He asks. You indeed to, and say so by nodding.

"Good. I need you to hack into Adam Clay's security cameras. Can you do that?"

He asks.

"Yes. Yes. I can do that."

You say. Derek smiles a little.

"Good. We have a deal."

He says, holding his hand out for a handshake. You timidly offer him your hand, shaking it as if you went too hard, his hand would just break.

He chuckles at you.

"Chillax. I'm not gonna fall apart."

He teases. You chuckle a little nervously, embarrassed.

"S-sorry."

You say, pulling your hand away.