You decide to check out the desk and see what you can find. The guy might have something of value or information you could use, resulting in profit. It was at this point that you realized whatever was coursing through your veins, was influencing your thought, leading to you not caring what you did.

It was obvious the guy wasn't home any ways.

The little box on the desk started to bother you, as you went through the boring papers and nicely documented sheets. Eventually you took a look at the box. It contain a folded up piece of paper, with women's numbers on it. He even has a schedule on the bottom of the paper of who he saw what day. You never thought too hard about the paper, deciding it was his own buisness.

You continued to search through the papers, expecting a mircle paper to pop out and solve your unemployment problem. It didn't, but you caught your eye on a pile of certificates.

As you looked through the papers like a theif, you picked up long names of degrees, until it hit you. The first one you looked at wasn't quiet a certificate, it was a marriage certificate with his name on it.

The papers with numbers bothered you now.

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