Samantha

Its Samantha from the IT room.

"Well?! What are you doing?" She demands.

You stutter the right words don't come out.

"Well fucking move, your in the shot. Birthday sex is trending in porno we need to capitalize. Come with me." Samantha orders.

She leads you back inside and to the IT room. She nervously stand over her and she regains control of her computer. The screens light up with the car rocking heavily from side to side. Diana plowing the birthday boy.

"Wait are you going to tell on me?" You ask nervously.

"No Doug I'm not." You are shocked she knows your name. "If I had a dime for every doe eyed male that follows around Diana hoping for more id.. well.. not be doing this."

"But how do you know me?" You ask.

"I manage the website," she says calmly "I've seen.." she looks you up and down, "all of you. Frankly I don't get why you are chasing Diana."

"I'm not," you decide to be honest, "I'm looking for Rachel."

Samantha pauses you can't see her face. When she turns around she has a wide smile. "Oh looking for that huh. Well sorry, I exclusively track males for Diana. I can see the search history of every boy in school. If one she's the website or any other similar ones, I alert Diana."

You sigh, dead end.

Samantha looks confused.. seems she doesn't understand your efforts. "You do know there's a website for this. On the dark web, tracks what people know about them. The four of them would probably demand to have it removed if they knew, but they don't pay me enough."

"Oh umm thanks, say could I pay you to find Rachel for me?" You ask.

Samantha frowns, "I can only help with the others. Diana usually finds you, Leah is so busy it's hard to tell, and Karen hides in plain sight. I'll forward you the website, good luck handsome." She smiles.

"Do you need my phone number or email?" You ask.

"Nope Ive had it for a while thanks.".

You shutter and head out, with one glance back you see the young male screaming with joy pushed up against the glass, all fogged.