The Office and the Warehouse

After a few minutes of brooding in the chair, I stood and paced around the room. It seemed obvious something weird was going on and I felt the need to take stock of my situation. Being trapped in a small, strange office wasn't my idea of a fun time.

I grabbed my purse and went through the contents. I slowly placed it all on the desk and shook my head at how unprepared I was. Makeup, wet wipes, some change, and a wallet with currency and cards was all I had. I tossed it all back in, put the bag over my shoulder, and snapped pictures of the room knowing I couldn't send them anywhere but figuring it couldn't hurt.

I then grabbed the briefcase Blake asked me to carry in. It had a small 4 digit combination lock built-in and wouldn't open. I put it aside for the moment feeling certain that breaking into it would guarantee this night would end badly. *How likely was it that this was all a big mistake?* I asked myself as I stared at the leather case. I then turned my attention to the computer. I hadn't found a keyboard in my search so I doubted it would be helpful but I turned it on anyway and watched the monitor as the machine booted up.

When it fully loaded, the media player started up and filled the screen. It showed a black and white view from a security camera positioned above the parking lot. I could see the car we came in was gone but not a soul moving out there as far as the picture shown. I went back to fiddling with the briefcase lock when the inside door across from the entry opened and the driver stepped back inside.

I quickly stood as she began speaking, "I'm so sorry, this is my fault. I didn't secure the front door so when it slammed shut, the time lock engaged and now it cannot be opened until the morning. I brought the car around the back". She stopped talking as Blake pushed past her with a box. He looked at me for a moment with an embarrassed expression plastered on his face then looked down at the briefcase I was messing with.

"The combo is 6-12-17-16 if you are that curious, dear. You'll be rather unimpressed with the contents though", he smiled at me and put the box down on a chair. "One more and I am done", Blake told me. "Nas here can take you to the breakroom for a drink if you like", he said as he turned and left to get the last box. She gestured for me to follow and I slowly did. I was feeling a bit suspicious and uncomfortable as I was led through the large, barely lit warehouse area to a small room on the other side. I brought the case with me since I figured I could swing it at someone if the need arose.