After returning home, Evelyn Ford took out two safes. She was completely clueless about cracking passwords, so she had to resort to tools, prying the boxes open with a wrench and a screwdriver.
Half an hour later, Evelyn Ford stared at the two open boxes, her feelings indescribable. 'So, do all rich people like to hide gold bars at home?'
Evelyn Ford picked up a gold bar. It was engraved with a serial number and the insignia of some bank.
After admiring it for a moment, Evelyn Ford stored both safes in her space. To be honest, it wasn't what she had expected. A safe from a pharmaceutical company; she'd thought she might find guns, ammunition, or some special miracle drugs.
It was such a coincidence that both safes were filled with gold bars. Although Evelyn Ford was pleased, she had no idea if she'd ever get the chance to use this stuff.
'Oh well, I'll just keep them. They can be my burial goods when I die.'
