The day of my arrest

I was back on earth. I remembered the day. I had been persuaded to steal important documents from the governor's palace. My client wanted to prove that the governor was involved in a scandal and overthrow his regime.
To gain access to his property i let myself hire as a cleaner. This gave me the opportunity to move more or less freely in the palace. I found out that the papers I was supposed to steal were in a safe in the governor's bedroom.
The governor was supposed to be at some congress that day - so I had all the time in the world. After cleaning up the bedroom and (which was my job after all) I checked the safe. He was secured with a relatively simple combination lock, which I had cracked after a few minutes.
I had just closed the safe door and hid the documents in my equipment cart when the door opened behind me and the governor came in.
"Who are you - and what are you doing in my bedroom?"