The Real Treasure

Even more surprising than the fact that everything was clean and proper was the fact that there were actually security guards in front of the door. I had no idea what was stored in there, but it must be important enough for the company to hire guards to guard it. Since this company’s main selling point was the creativity of its staff, I guess it might not be too far of a stretch for it to protect its archive of confidential information.

“You’re here again?” the guard greeted Jeremy.

“Yeah, sorry for this…again…” Jeremy replied with a giddy smile.

The guard’s eyes landed on me before his face transformed into a look of curiosity. I guess he didn’t expect Jeremy to bring someone down here with him.

“You brought a friend along…” the guard said.

“Oh yea, she’s working with me on a project at the moment,” Jeremy explained smoothly.

“I’ll need your employee ID before I can let you in,” the guard told me sternly.

“Right. Here you go…” I said as I handed the guard my company ID card.

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