"Mr Webster"

You shake your head and point to the big door instead. Sara hesitates, then bites her lips and follows you, albeit very reluctantly.

The door leads you first into an assistant's office and further on through another two-winged door into the biggest room you have ever seen in your life. This office might be bigger than your living room, or... no, it actually is probably bigger than your whole ground floor. There are indoor plants and pictures on the wall and statues and several aquariums, and...

... you **** yourself not to waste time looking around and hasten to the incredibly huge desk which spots four flat screens next to each other. You search for the computer...

"I don't like this", says Sara, her voice trembling.

"What?"

"All my instincts are screaming like bloody hell", she says, hoarsly. "This is not a good sign. I normally trust my instincts. They made me confide in you. But this... here... this is danger. And I am pretty sure that computer is password protected anyway. I am not a hacker, I don't know how to get into a computer. Let's get to this other room. I think I saw light through the gap. I am pretty sure the person working there is sitting in this conference room. Maybe he left his computer on."

"Mr Webster, whoever he is, is also in the conference room", you counter.

"True. But he has not left his computer unprotected."

"You don't know that. Maybe he's so self confident that he has...?"

Sara bites her lower lip, nervously. You have not seen her like this before. She's clearly jittery.

You stare at the desk again, and finally find the computer case, tucked away at the left corner. A big blue button marks the power switch.