Emily POV
"No, but I think I know a way to get it." He answers and brings his red lips up to the board. She exhales softly against the knob, and a few distinct fingerprints are outlined over the numbers making her feel victorious for her feat, again: "They don't seem to clean this board very much."
"Come on."
She hurries and marks the numbers covering her finger with a small handkerchief she would have taken out of her purse, as soon as she types the last number the light bulb glows green, and the handle unfastens. Without taking a precaution like Carla I again try to open the door with my bare hand, this time succeeding.
"Well done mate" She gives me a complicit look and crosses the threshold first, walks over to the large desk in the center of the table, and starts sifting through the drawers.
The woman knew exactly where to look.
