Abigail
There were only a handful of people scattered across the office with privacy screens hiding what they were doing.
"Kate, get me those reports in three hours," Some huge, bald headed man with tattoos crawling on his face barked orders at the workers inside before disappearing back into his office.
Most of the offices had their doors closed. I slipped into what looked like an old records room. Most of the filing cabinets were empty, but one in the far corner was locked. I stuck a bobby pin from my purse into the lock and wiggled it the way I had seen Annette do and it gave in after a few tries.
Inside, on one of the shelves, were three folders. The paper was better preserved than I expected. I pulled them out carefully and opened the first one under my phone's torch.
There were contracts on the yellow pages filled with company names. I folded them carefully and put them in my bag. It didn't look like anyone came in here? And if they did, I would be long gone anyway.
