I entered Austin’s office and searched his desk; since his desk lamp was still on, I had to make sure I didn’t ruffle his things too much. I did find a business card with his cell number on it, so I entered it in my phone, hoping it might be useful later.
But an ID badge? Nope.
I was desperate now. If I didn’t find a security key, I might as well go home. I searched a nearby cubicle, and I found a key inside one of the drawers. Finally. It’s always in the last place you look, right?
I crept back to the door and tried the key—it worked! I entered the warehouse floor and hid behind a forklift as I surveyed the area. The loading bay was right in front of me, and the crates were piled at least thirty feet high, freshly wrapped and ready to ship. Austin was standing near them in a hard hat,
