Flashback continues~
Bryce raced his mind to the last day he was at his office, he wondered whether his assistant had forgotten to lock his office door.
He was certain that his door was locked before he left. He had even witnessed when his assistant locked the door after he had walked out of the office with his suitcase. He peeped into his office and was shocked at his disorganized his desk was.
He never left his desk untidy before every weekend. The cleaner would have sorted out everything and cleaned it up Friday evening.
He opened the door fully and he immediately noticed the shape of wet footsteps imprinted on the tiles.
Someone had been in his office.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of an object crashing and turned to his left where the sound seemed to come from. There was nothing, but his shelf also with scattered books.
