49. He Knows Who I am

Night had fallen, several employees had gone home and Steve was already at the front. But I still get my work done so it looks real that I'm working. The door was knocked and a man entered the room.

"Excuse me, Miss Edel, Mr. El called me earlier to send me the data in the archive room. And can you accompany me to look for the data so that it can be used as proof, that I only took one piece of data and nothing more?"

Maybe he was the man Natalie sent for. I stood up and agreed to follow him. He walked in front of me. There was no one outside the room.

"Is everyone home?"

"Yeah, they just came home, maybe I'm the only one working overtime tonight. You've been picked up, you should just go home."

"Oh yeah sure," I answered. And we entered into a wide room. The archives requested are in the form of small objects that are stored in small drawers that are neatly arranged. Not a pile of files like before.

"Please, look for the letter M and drawer number 3," he said. I just obeyed, my