"Sherry, there are still nine days left. I'll definitely find a way!"
As soon as Amelia said that, the sharp sound of brakes pierced the air.
A familiar, lazy voice followed from the shiny Porsche parked beside her.
"Sister-in-law, even if you sit under the company building all day, my brother still won't notice. Want me to help... hey, what's that ghost thing floating next to you?!"
I turned toward Donald, who was sitting in the driver's seat, and accidentally let my eyeballs fly right out of their sockets.
How unlucky—one of them smacked him right in the face.
"Ah, sorry! I've been dead for a while, and, uh... some of my parts are past their warranty."
I hurriedly grabbed my eyeballs, popped them back in, and blinked.
When my vision cleared, Donald was already foaming at the mouth and fainting dead away.
By the time he woke up again, we were already at Amelia's house.
I waved cheerfully. "Hey there!"
He blinked, then screamed, "G-Ghost!!"
"Donald, she's not a ghost, she's my good—" Amelia began, but I quickly winked at her.
Being my best friend for years, she instantly caught on.
"Yes," she said firmly. "She is a ghost."
Donald was speechless.
For some reason, hearing her admit it so bluntly made it sound less terrifying.
I grinned at him, then dramatically folded my limbs, rotated my head 180 degrees, and crawled creepily across the floor toward him.
Donald's face turned as pale as a sheet, and he almost fainted again.
Luckily, Amelia acted fast—she grabbed a bottle of medicated oil from the table and poured a generous amount straight into his nostrils.
Donald's eyes watered instantly. "I'll confess! I'll confess!" he sobbed. "I knew I couldn't handle my evil brother's mess, so I helped him transfer something onto a USB drive! And now—now I'm seeing ghosts!"
My intuition told me that USB drive was important. "Where's the USB drive now?" I demanded.
"I—I just dropped it off at my brother's company. That's where I was when I ran into you!"
"Hurry! Take us there!" I said.
Donald hesitated, his expression reluctant and fearful.
So I decided to give him a little motivation.
I twisted my body 720 degrees and yanked out my intestines, looping them gently around his neck.
Donald screamed bloody murder and hit the accelerator, speeding straight toward Denver's company.
...
In the passenger seat, Amelia stared blankly ahead, her voice soft. "Sherry... do we really have to get that USB drive?"
I could tell she didn't want to go back—to the same place where she'd been humiliated earlier.
But I knew we had to.
When I returned to the mortal world, Hades told me that only Amelia could see me. Now that Donald could too, it meant he was connected to my unfinished business somehow.
I nodded seriously.
Amelia exhaled and said, "Alright. I believe you."
Donald held a high position in the company, so we weren't stopped this time when we walked in. Still, the expression on the receptionist's face was priceless—like she was watching a soap opera play out live.
When we reached Denver's office, the secretary blocked the doorway. "Sir Donald, Sir Denver took Miss Janine for a prenatal checkup. He's not here right now."
Donald smiled politely. "That's fine. I just came to get something."
The secretary's gaze flicked briefly toward Amelia, her expression full of unspoken gossip.
Taking advantage of the moment, I whispered to Donald, "Go on. Plug in the USB and take a photo of whatever's inside."
He gave a bitter smile but didn't dare refuse.
Amelia waited in the car while I followed Donald into the office. He opened the drawer, retrieved a sleek USB drive, and plugged it into the computer.
The screen loaded—then froze for a long, heavy second.
When the contents appeared, all of us went completely silent.
I followed Donald back to the car.
Amelia leaned forward anxiously. "What's in the USB drive?"
I took a deep breath. "You'd better prepare yourself."
Donald unlocked his phone, opened the video, and turned the screen toward her.
