“that is the definition of being caught.” there’s a frown as she stares down the man, arms crossing over her chest as her eyes narrow. “this isn’t a snag. this is a you can leave this office of your own volition or i can have security escort you out if you’d rather moment. it’s really your choice.” slowly, she crosses towards him. “you can tell said friend that they’re not going to get any information digging through drawers.”

_{it was true, he had been caught in the middle of a search — one that he shouldn’t have even been doing at any rate. yet, he was getting paid, and that was all that mattered to him. money fueled everything under the waves and above them. it was only a matter of time before cash came flooding into his pockets and at the same time…. he wasn’t going to risk getting into trouble ( at least publicly ).”we could also talk before i leave. would that suffice?”}