Secrets:

Documents? What kind of shading things does he participate in? It rotten, to believe a company would under pay staff and have illegal cash payments... It seems like some of the higher up including him were payed illegally to avoid taxation. If these are the secrets they keep here, I wonder what kind of things they have in head office. I had once in a while seen small time criminal activity near the animation studios. They could be connected, somehow. As I lay them out on the table, she knocks on the glass doors. It's his secretary... Well I am him after all. She sees what I am doing and a her fake smile tightens to a smirk. 

"Come in",  I say leaving the pages out on the desk. What is she so happy about?

"Why would you be overlooking the papers? This secret is only trusted to us. None of the others are supposed to know."she asks.

Huh? She had been in on this as well? Frustration fuels me as I sigh and say, "I was overlooking some of the documents."

So it had only been them two apart of this deal. I hope that was a plausible excuse. She sit at her desk, not too far from mine. It's going to be more difficult with her here as well. There was never really anything off about her, she was so normal but sometimes carefree. I pack up the documents and neatly place them back where they were as I turn and face the computer. I have run in to a dead end. I don't know his password. As a furious scratch my neck, I stand up and stepped outside. After grabbing water from the dispenser, I head to the toilet. 

What am I going to do about the password, actually what will I do about her? I need to make a quick get away with the documents. It's the perfect recipe for blackmail. I have to begin to plan much better than this. Especially, if I am not to be suspected. After sitting in the toilet for awhile I head out and go back in to his office. I sigh. She isn't there. I quickly grab all the papers and head out. This seems a bit too good to be true. She was working right there... A coffee break perhaps? She isn't near the coffee machine. Has she figured it out? I begin to pick up the pace as I walk closer to the entrance. Left. Right. Behind. It seems like no-one's there. I see in pigeon hole there's a small package. I grab that as well. As my legs begin to pick up a faster pace, it feels as if a chain is wrapped around my heart and it is becoming tighter. 
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I arrive back at home and place a large Pinboard I found on to the wall. I boot up my computer Why am I panicking? I slap myself on the check. 

"Calm Down!", I'm just over thinking.

I open the box. It has pencils written on top of it. This was useless. Why did I take this? Wait! We typically order big, for pencils why order so few? As I open it up, I understand. It money. Now it's coming together. This was probably one of the few ways he received the illegal money. Hidden in plain sight. I sit by my computer as I begin to print out all the big seats in the studio. I pin them up on to the board. It's time to do some digging in to the members and its history.