Finding the office of this Chinese-American CEO didn't take the pair long. At the end of a narrow, luxuriously decorated corridor on the sixth floor of the office building, at its very top, was the CEO's office.
"This guy sure has a nice office."
Cass held a flashlight in his mouth, picked up a celadon vase, lightly tapped it with his finger, and then listened carefully to the clear echo.
Bernie shook his head, unconcerned with Cass's antics, and walked over to the desk. He picked up a few files on the desk and gave them a once-over. Upon determining that they weren't anything critical, he carefully returned them to their original position. He then crouched in front of the leather chair and inspected the drawers, but finding them empty, he withdrew his gaze.
He'd searched the entire desk and found nothing of use.
So there was only one place left…
Looking at the computer on the desk, Bernie pressed the power button.
