Snoop around the office while mike is gone
From Create Your Own Story
The room is quiet after Mike leaves.
Kevin drops into one of the folding chairs, stretching his legs out like he’s settling in to wait. “See? It’s fine,” he says. “Told you we were overthinking it.”
You’re not so sure.
“Just give me a second,” you mutter.
You stand and move to the desk, flipping through the papers. Invoices. Bulk clothing orders. Delivery confirmations. Dates, signatures, item numbers. It all looks routine—boring, even.
Kevin watches you with mild amusement. “You think he printed fake paperwork just in case two random guys asked?”
“People fake stuff all the time,” you say quietly.
You tap the keyboard on the old computer. A password screen pops up.
“Locked,” you murmur.
“Obviously,” Kevin replies, still relaxed. “It’s an office.”
You check a drawer. Office supplies. More documents. Nothing strange.
Then you open the cabinet along the wall. Inside are folded tripods and camera equipment—real gear, neatly stored.
You hesitate.
Nothing here screams scam. Nothing looks staged.
Maybe Kevin’s right.
You close the cabinet and sit back down, trying to shake the lingering tension.
“That better?” Kevin asks.
“Yeah,” you say, though you’re not completely convinced.
Then you hear it.
Footsteps in the hallway.
Not just one set—two.
Low voices, muffled but getting closer. A deeper laugh that doesn’t belong to Mike.
Kevin straightens slightly, but he still doesn’t look alarmed.
The voices stop right outside the door.
The handle turns.
