4
Daniel
I shouldn’t have given her a ride. I drove back to the office, shaking my head most of the way there.
Her gray eyes and pale complexion, the hair, the nails…
not to mention the way she spoke and seemed to constantly be on alert—there was just something captivating about her. And she was beautiful, stunning.
She’s an employee, and you scare her, idiot.
I went straight to the secure room in the building where we kept the containment box.
Slipping my hands through the thick rubber gloves connected to the box, I ripped open the envelope.
I couldn’t see any powder or liquid, and there were no alarms from the sensors.
Nothing fell out of the pages either when I ruffled them.
Was this a false alarm? Something still didn’t feel right.
I looked at the documents—they were exactly what I was expecting from my contact.
Too much of it was redacted. If it wasn’t a false alarm, then there was either something dangerous that the containment scanners couldn’t detect, or someone tampered with the content in documents.
What could they have done, though? Maybe redact more information or replace some of the pages?
I used an offline device to capture an image of each page before incinerating it all in the box. I had a long weekend ahead of me to review what looked like at least fifty pages that I couldn’t even be sure were reliable.