Paul arrives at work early and heads straight for the most likely place the company might be hiding dirty secrets: A records room that almost nobody had the clearance to enter, not even Paul himself.
He doesn't have access to a powerful enough magnet to disrupt the electronic lock, but he did once have an internship at an office that used something similar. Pulling a can of compressed air from his briefcase, Paul kneels next to the entrance and slips the straw under the door, firing a burst of cold air on the other side. He hears a soft click and quickly grabs the handle. It opens without an issue, and he enters.
The room is lined with file cabinets, and Paul isn't sure where to start — until he sees the papers strewn about the conference table in the center of the room. He makes his way over to see what they are.
Closed to Goluboy - Forward-dated to after all of Paul's other threads
He doesn't have access to a powerful enough magnet to disrupt the electronic lock, but he did once have an internship at an office that used something similar. Pulling a can of compressed air from his briefcase, Paul kneels next to the entrance and slips the straw under the door, firing a burst of cold air on the other side. He hears a soft click and quickly grabs the handle. It opens without an issue, and he enters.
The room is lined with file cabinets, and Paul isn't sure where to start — until he sees the papers strewn about the conference table in the center of the room. He makes his way over to see what they are.