'I'm not mad, I just thought your face should be bloody'

~ben taylor

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I peeked, bringing my head sideways just a little, in order to scan the corridor. It was almost empty, beside the peon who was looking like he was just about to leave.

Slowly, as cautious as I can get with my legs betraying me, I hurried tip-toed like a drunk cat and passed through the corridor.

I kept walking through the hallway of eighth floor, where Mr Jones's office is situated probably, as all the main paper filling and auditing work goes on there. I started rumbling, door to door and there I found it in the last second corner, engraved in golden shiny plate on the front of the door.

Mr Oliver Jones.

It made a soft creek sound as I slightly place my hand on it. What? Was it that easy?

Yesterday, after leaving the office, I informed Kali about the juicy stuff that I discovered back there. And yes, I left Mr Dickard Ball in the office because wasn't that in my plan from the very starting.

So, when I told Maze about the file, he couldn't believe it. No, I mean literally, he isn't capable of believing that I'm not as useless as he think I am.

His words still ranged at the back of my head as a constant reminder, 'Woman, get your brain out of your ass. It's a completely useless information, but if you're so sure go, investigate yourself.' But what ignited my nerves is that Kali agreed with him on this.

As a result, I somehow found myself inside the bar drinking vodka shot with lime.

But nothing to worry, I cannot get drunk. I'm completely immune to that. Thankyouverymuch. I just drank a couple of shots. And here I am completely sober, walking on the path, to take my revenge and proof my self to fucking Maze that I'm not useless.

Tossing my thoughts at the backside of my head, I pushed the door a little open, not caring if anyone might be in there, that was the last thing I could've thought right now, pulling out a pepper spray and sprayed it between the gap. Ha! Even if anyone could've been there, they would be grilled by now. I'm so smart.

I stepped inside the room and smirked as I found it completely empty. Soon, I started rummaging through the bookshelf, flipping through the pages, just in case.
Hell, I don't even know how the file looks like. But I can always use sixth sense. I can send telepathic signal through my brain. Yeah, cool stuff , I know. I can al- Shut up, Thunder!

Striding forward towards his desk, I hurried my investigation as I worked my hands on the files laying on the desk, flipping through the contents, but none seems to have any information about Mr Scott.

I started searching through drawers after drawers while lingering a little to one particular.
Hmm....penthouse pet of the month.
Men.

Resuming my work, I kept checking through the cabinets and shelves, boxes and vases. Nothing.
I huffed, standing, dusting off my hands as I placed them on my hips while eyeing the whole rooms with droopy eyes.
Think, thunder..think.

That file was freaking important. Why it would be lying lazily on the desk. It should be kept somewhere safe. Think, where would you hide it if it was yours?

Narrowing my eyes at the carpet, I bend down, peeking under the carpet. Nothing. It would be no point checking the hollow spot as this was the eighth floor. In the process of getting up, a slightly tilted painting caught my eye. Odd.

The wall painting should be hanging up in the wall or somewhere in the middle. Unlike, this frame was hanging in the wall and not even completing the distance of two feet from the floor. Very odd.

I strode forward towards the painting, inspecting the edges of the frame. The wall painting was wide enough. So, I tried to lift up the painting, making sure not to break it.

My eyes went wide like an ostrich, as I started at the little chamber build at the inside of the wall. And the freaking safe doesn't go ignored.
I'm so smaaart.

Throwing a tight fist of triumph in the air, I patted my shoulder.
This was classic. There is a lot of advantages of watching mistery thrillers.

Leaving the painting on the floor, I shifted my attention to the safe, holding the handle and yanking it.

It doesn't open.

Maybe it was just stucked, so I continued yanking it furiously.
It still doesn't open. Urgh.

All the witches around the world, we gather here for a vital purpose, let me summon your powers.

Alohomora!

Phasmatos sipum, melan veras, et
vasa quisa, exu quisa!
Open you idiot, open. Oh God...

Aabraa ka daabraa!

Maybe..it was just locked.
Hmm...I'm so fcuking smaart.

Pulling out some bobby pins from my pocket, I began unlocking the safe by shaping and re-shaping the pin. After what it felt like an eternity, finally the safe opened and I clapped my hands feeling proud.

But the contents inside the safe was not that joyous. Well..there was no content there, not even a single peice of paper. Nothing. Nada.

I kept staring at the empty safe, disappointment flushing through me.

What is the use of a safe when you don't use it? How can you do this to me Mr Jones? At least, you could've hidden some pennies in there or maybe skittles. Acts like this should be banned!

My anger started to boil up, standing up, I stopped my foot on the floor. Giving a merciless look to the painting, I began to stomp it, until it was completely destroyed.

All of this for bloody nothing. Urghh!

Leaving the frame, I took a step towards the safe and gave it a nice punch.
Ow.

Stroking my now throbbing hand, I kicked the safe. Again. Then again.

The safe shifted a little backward, that got my attention and I kicked it again with more strength.

It moved a lot backward.

Looks like the chamber has got a little more space inside.

Sighing, I bend my knees while lifting the safe to make it a little easier and dropped it on the floor with a thom!

Oh my my...

My eyes widens at what I saw, lifting it up like a trophy, I began to go through the contents of the file. I finally found it, lying inside the chamber, waiting for me to steel.

Wicked Mr Jones.
By the contents of this file, it is clear that Mr Jones was the one who has been planning out this whole act. This is a contract signed between Mr Oliver Jones and our dear client, Mr Andrew Scott, an agreement for overtaking and re-sharing the partnership of Conway & Jones Enterprises.

Smirking to myself with hazy eyes, thinking about what face Maze would make when I'll finally show him the file. Oh yeah.

I started walking back to the door and was just about to close it when my eyes landed on the empty chamber.

It was too dark. I can't even make out the other end of it.

Curiousity took the best of me as I stepped forward, my gaze constantly narrowing at the empty chamber.
I lifted my hand further to inspect.

Moving a little more inside as I couldn't able to feel the other end of the wall. Maybe I was actually drunk as I couldn't feel the wall. But this could not be an illusion.

I lit a torch and diverted the beam towards the depth of the chamber.

I was dark. I couldn't make out the end. And you know how curiousity works. The space of the chamber was wide enough for a man to get through the now unknown other end by crawling.

I undoubtedly climbed inside, making sure not to bump my head. The chamber was big enough for person to entre at one time. What if there is a sewage system at end? Or maybe a dungeon? Or-

Eyeing the hollowness, I began to crawl forward.

In not more than two minutes, I squinted my eyes to adjust to the brightness. Finally, my head felt a little dizzy, with a little tipsiness, I landed my feet on the ground.

I tilted my head and looked up, taking in the surrounding in front of me.

And...oh my, maybe i was hallucinating. With wide eyes, astonished to face him face-to-face.

Hellyeah I'm so smaaart.

With wobbly legs, I took a dangerous step forward and smirked, "Well, hello there...Mr Scott. Nice to finally meet you!"

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