HELENA'S POV
I slipped into Henry's office, closing the door softly behind me. My heart hammered against my ribs as I stood there in the darkness, letting my eyes adjust.
The room was a sleek, cold space, all black furniture and shiny chrome accents. A huge desk took up most of the area, and the leather chair behind it looked more like a king's seat than an office one. Everything was perfectly organise; not one thing was out of place.
I started searching, my hands trembling as I opened the first desk drawer. Locked. The second drawer. Also locked. The filing cabinet in the corner. Locked tight.
I tried his desktop computer, pressing the power button. The screen lit up, displaying a password prompt. Of course. Everything was secured.
I checked the shelves, looking behind books and framed photos. Nothing. The closet held only hanging files that were all labelled with generic business terms that told me nothing useful.
