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He glances around at the mess. “Holy fuck. Who pissed you off enough that you had to trash your office?”

“Shush, people will hear you,” I demand.

He eyes me like I’m missing a few brain cells. “But you weren’t worried they might hear you trash your office?”

“Oh God. The office is the least of my problems.”

He steps back when I go to reach for him. “Should I call a doctor? Do doctors even do office calls? Do they even dohousecalls anymore?”

“George, will you listen for a minute,” I snap. “I’m in trouble and I need your help.”

Seeing the seriousness of the situation, he steps closer. “What’s going on?”

“The disc. The damn disc is gone. I can’t find it anywhere,” I stress.

“Maybe Laura has it. She was looking for it,” he points out.

“I’ve been looking all afternoon for it. I can’t find it anywhere.”

“Did you check in the files? I always—”

“George, I’ve looked everywhere. I even moved furniture. It’s not fucking here,” I cry, pulling at my hair. “I’m going to get fired.”

“Yeah, girl, you are,” he states, not making me feel better.

I press my palms together in a plea. “You have to help me!”

“Well, did you check in with anyone else to see if they grabbed it off your desk? You don’t lock the door so everyone waltzes on in.”

“I hate getting up every two minutes to open it. I only lock it when I’m leaving the room.”

“So someone with the masters lock could have come in and got it?”

Hope flares in my chest as I reach for his hands. This time, he doesn’t flinch or move away. “You are a genius. But how do I find out who without incriminating myself in the process?”

“Ah, true. If someone took it to get you fired, they won’t own up to having it.”

I drop down in the chair, feeling hopeless all over again. “What am I going to do?”

“Well, everyone has left for the day. Why don’t we nab the master key from Daniel’s desk and do a quick search?”

“Where should we check first?”

“Well, we know Meaty Eyes wanted your job. We should start with the obvious.”

Meaty Eyes is Neil, who works in cataloguing. His job is boring and could quite honestly be passed down to any other colleague. But I think Larry felt sorry for him since they are related somehow.

“Will you help me?”

“Girl, if you get fired, who will I share my lunch with? Of course, I will.”

I high-five him as I get to my feet. “You are awesome. You know that, right?”

“Of course, I do. I’m me.”

Two hours later, all we’ve managed to find is a hidden drawer of sweets, some gross porn magazines, and a hidden picture one colleague had of another. After righting my office, we both head back out to the elevators. The cleaners are now on the floor, giving us no space to keep looking. It’s too risky.

“I hate to say this, but I don’t think it’s here.”

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