Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1995

While the adults were busy bantering in the courtyard, the two little rascals had already sprinted straight into the main office area.

Right facing the entrance was an unoccupied desk with a rolling swivel chair. It was the perfect vantage point, offering a full view of the entire office and a direct line of sight to the front door. It was prime real estate, and Henry locked onto it immediately.

Henry dragged his little cousin over by the hand. He stood behind the chair, holding it steady so it wouldn't roll away. "Wayne, you go first!"

Wayne grabbed onto the armrests and scrambled up onto the seat. Henry pushed his little brother closer to the desk, and the two boys executed a flawless tactical division of labor. Wayne lay on his stomach, his tiny hands grabbing the monitor stand, tugging at the cables. "Your turn, Henry! I'll hold the chair steady!"

Henry's rock-climbing experience was practically unmatched for a four-year-old. He swung his little legs up and, with three swift movements, the mischievous tiger cub conquered the rolling chair.

The two boys huddled together in front of the monitor, tilting their heads left and right, looking for something to do.

Kneeling on the chair, Henry noticed that everyone else's computer in the room was lit up. Why was this one black?

Wayne couldn't figure out how to turn it on either.

Henry mashed random buttons on the monitor while observing the adults nearby typing away on their keyboards. Slowly, his bright eyes locked onto the mechanical keyboard sitting right in front of him...

A few minutes later, Mr. Yates walked over. He froze, staring at the scene in absolute shock. "W-what..."

Chunky hurried over and gasped. "Oh man, those little claws have some serious grip! They're popping off every single key on your brother's keyboard! Leo usually needs a specialized key-puller to clean this thing, but your little fingers are doing a way better job!"

The monitor had crashed into the blue screen of death. God only knew what the boys had done, but error codes were flashing violently across the display. The desk was littered with loose keyboard keys, and little Wayne was still aggressively prying off the remaining ones. No wonder they called him a little dragon—his claws were lethal. Chunky watched as Wayne popped off another key with ruthless precision.

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