Hera and Xavier's discreet acting made their presence almost invisible, allowing them to move about unnoticed.
When they were finally led to the president's office, they could begin their tasks without any delay.
As they stepped inside, Xavier was taken aback. He hadn't expected to be working in such an official space, especially not in the president's office.
He had assumed they'd be tucked away in a secluded area, perhaps in the archives or a women's workroom, crouching over boxes filled with written accounts.
"Miss, as instructed, I've prepared the necessary documents. You're welcome to use the president's computer to access the system and check the server accounts, but the detailed records are in these folders." He gestured to the stack of folders beside the table.
Hera glanced around the office. It had a minimalist and almost sterile feel.
