(THIRD POV)
He was sitting at his desk. A broad smile plastered on his face, he could not believe he had his hands on the files. The damn files. The Keys Corporation files. He shook his head and then nodded as he continued reading through the papers.
How could they be so reckless? He wondered and scratched his chin. Were these the correct files really? He asked himself again. Doubts started flowing into his mind. After a long time of watching Brenda, he knew the lady was bright.
He stood and got himself a drink, he hugged them all at once and returned to continue reading. There was no problem reading, even if it was a fake maybe it was important.
No, he shook his head. He couldn't allow his mind to trick him like that, because he went through the trouble to get a hand of the files. And if they were a lie, he would lose it for sure. The day began well, he wanted it to stay that way.
