This made him a little worried, worried that the confidential document would be soaked in water and damaged.
Strictly speaking, I have violated the rules when performing tasks, but facing a young lady like that, how can I not provide help? This is the training a gentleman should have… Wendel was slightly annoyed, but he didn’t regret it at all.
After entering the room, he immediately took off his coat, took out the document, and placed it on the table.
The paper bag outside the document has obvious signs of infiltration, and it seems that it will break if touched with a little force in several places.
Wendel immediately rang the bell, called the waiter, and asked him for a coal stove, hoping to increase the temperature of the room and speed up the drying of the sealed document bag.
While waiting, he found that there was no sense of late-night quietness around him. It seemed that the previous screams and the police’s visit had woken up the residents here and nearby residents, and they had not yet fallen asleep again.
The howling wind weakened a lot, and Wendel heard the cries of children, the quarrels of couples, the sound of violins like sawing wood, intermittent sobbing, and footsteps walking back and forth upstairs amid the dripping rain. and discussions that sometimes suppressed the voice and sometimes forgot to control it.
He didn’t feel any emotion for this life-filled scene, he just felt that they were noisy and he couldn’t calm down.
After a while, the waiter brought the coal stove with charcoal added.
Wendel relaxed a little and asked casually:
“Do you know the Miss Tracy just now?”
The thin waiter shook his head:
“do not know.”
He then added:
“I heard that she is indeed a local, but I had been living in a plantation outside the city before this year.”
“What do you know about her?” Wendel asked subconsciously.
“She would come to our hotel three to five times a month with the dead man.” The waiter suddenly sighed, “She is not happy at all.”
Wendel was silent for a few seconds, dismissed the waiter, and sat back at the table.
Time passed by, and the bag outside the confidential documents gradually dried.
At this time, the inside and outside of the hotel had become relatively quiet, with only the dripping of raindrops and the sound of wind from the windows echoing occasionally.
The energetic Wendel recalled all the things that had happened before and lamented Miss Tracy’s life. He picked up the document bag and turned it over.
At this time, he discovered that the covered part of the document bag was slightly damaged, and the paper inside was vaguely exposed.
Wendel frowned, knowing that he was about to be punished.
Of course, the punishment will not be too severe, because if the confidentiality requirements of the documents are high enough, he will not be escorted alone.
Wendel originally planned to maintain the current state and show the damage to the transfer party, but when he glanced around, he saw a word on the document through the hole:
“Utopia”.
Wendel’s spirit
