As luck would have it, it is a completely normal lock. Mundane, even; in less apocalyptic worlds, you can get these fifty bucks a pop at your local office supply store.
Inside, there's a wealth of files. Most of them don't look very interesting. But there is something in the back, there... unmarked, almost hidden behind everything else.
Should he pluck it out, he will find it's full of incredibly salacious pictures of, hoo, quite a few members of the secretarial staff, male and female. No one looks unhappy to be there; however, the notes attached to them and the elaborately scheduled little black book make it clear that none of them know about each other. Yes, indeedy, we have ourselves here a genuine office Casanova, and there's more than enough people featured here that if this information got out, it could prove very awkward and embarrassing for the executive in question.
Meanwhile, South is looking through the wealth of post-it notes. The executive - a woman, named Ashley - makes a lot of notes. Very few of them are pertinent. No wonder she keeps such an extensive little black book; absent-minded doesn't begin to describe it. One of the notes prominent on her monitor is a reminder of when her lunch break is, even.
None of them, however, have the password. More accurately, none of them have the correct password, and there's more passwords written down then South has chances to try a password before the system locks, possibly alerting someone. South can, of course, try anyway.
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Inside, there's a wealth of files. Most of them don't look very interesting. But there is something in the back, there... unmarked, almost hidden behind everything else.
Should he pluck it out, he will find it's full of incredibly salacious pictures of, hoo, quite a few members of the secretarial staff, male and female. No one looks unhappy to be there; however, the notes attached to them and the elaborately scheduled little black book make it clear that none of them know about each other. Yes, indeedy, we have ourselves here a genuine office Casanova, and there's more than enough people featured here that if this information got out, it could prove very awkward and embarrassing for the executive in question.
Meanwhile, South is looking through the wealth of post-it notes. The executive - a woman, named Ashley - makes a lot of notes. Very few of them are pertinent. No wonder she keeps such an extensive little black book; absent-minded doesn't begin to describe it. One of the notes prominent on her monitor is a reminder of when her lunch break is, even.
None of them, however, have the password. More accurately, none of them have the correct password, and there's more passwords written down then South has chances to try a password before the system locks, possibly alerting someone. South can, of course, try anyway.