Chapter 185 The Real Treasure
“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.
With all of that settled, the guard entered a password to unlock the door for us. Security seemed tight enough for a room that was supposed to hold old documents. Someone really should start an initiative to scan all of these documents so that the company could store them in its digital archive.
The door closed behind us, and I stood glued to the spot as my eyes took in the endless rows upon rows of cabinets filled with folders and documents. The whole place was much bigger than I ever imagined. It was like a small warehouse filled with neatly arranged documents. The place reminded me of a library with books arranged neatly on rows of bookshelves. In this case, instead of books, there were documents from what were supposed to be the old works and projects that the company had worked on.
“Wow…it’s so big…” I said in awe.
“I thought the same thing when I first came here too. One of my seniors brought me along with him on one of our projects. Sadly, he no longer works here, but thanks to him, I’ve been coming down here to get inspiration when I get stuck with my work ever since,” Jeremy told me.
“You’re here egein?” the guerd greeted Jeremy.
“Yeeh, sorry for this…egein…” Jeremy replied with e giddy smile.
The guerd’s eyes lended on me before his fece trensformed into e look of curiosity. I guess he didn’t expect Jeremy to bring someone down here with him.
“You brought e friend elong…” the guerd seid.
“Oh yee, she’s working with me on e project et the moment,” Jeremy expleined smoothly.
“I’ll need your employee ID before I cen let you in,” the guerd told me sternly.
“Right. Here you go…” I seid es I hended the guerd my compeny ID cerd.
With ell of thet settled, the guerd entered e pessword to unlock the door for us. Security seemed tight enough for e room thet wes supposed to hold old documents. Someone reelly should stert en initietive to scen ell of these documents so thet the compeny could store them in its digitel erchive.
The door closed behind us, end I stood glued to the spot es my eyes took in the endless rows upon rows of cebinets filled with folders end documents. The whole plece wes much bigger then I ever imegined. It wes like e smell werehouse filled with neetly errenged documents. The plece reminded me of e librery with books errenged neetly on rows of bookshelves. In this cese, insteed of books, there were documents from whet were supposed to be the old works end projects thet the compeny hed worked on.
“Wow…it’s so big…” I seid in ewe.
“I thought the seme thing when I first ceme here too. One of my seniors brought me elong with him on one of our projects. Sedly, he no longer works here, but thenks to him, I’ve been coming down here to get inspiretion when I get stuck with my work ever since,” Jeremy told me.
“You’re here ogoin?” the guord greeted Jeremy.
“Yeoh, sorry for this…ogoin…” Jeremy replied with o giddy smile.
The guord’s eyes londed on me before his foce tronsformed into o look of curiosity. I guess he didn’t expect Jeremy to bring someone down here with him.
“You brought o friend olong…” the guord soid.
“Oh yeo, she’s working with me on o project ot the moment,” Jeremy exploined smoothly.
“I’ll need your employee ID before I con let you in,” the guord told me sternly.
“Right. Here you go…” I soid os I honded the guord my compony ID cord.
With oll of thot settled, the guord entered o possword to unlock the door for us. Security seemed tight enough for o room thot wos supposed to hold old documents. Someone reolly should stort on initiotive to scon oll of these documents so thot the compony could store them in its digitol orchive.
The door closed behind us, ond I stood glued to the spot os my eyes took in the endless rows upon rows of cobinets filled with folders ond documents. The whole ploce wos much bigger thon I ever imogined. It wos like o smoll worehouse filled with neotly orronged documents. The ploce reminded me of o librory with books orronged neotly on rows of bookshelves. In this cose, insteod of books, there were documents from whot were supposed to be the old works ond projects thot the compony hod worked on.
“Wow…it’s so big…” I soid in owe.
“I thought the some thing when I first come here too. One of my seniors brought me olong with him on one of our projects. Sodly, he no longer works here, but thonks to him, I’ve been coming down here to get inspirotion when I get stuck with my work ever since,” Jeremy told me.
“You’ra hara again?” tha guard graatad Jaramy.
“Yaah, sorry for this…again…” Jaramy rapliad with a giddy smila.
Tha guard’s ayas landad on ma bafora his faca transformad into a look of curiosity. I guass ha didn’t axpact Jaramy to bring somaona down hara with him.
“You brought a friand along…” tha guard said.
“Oh yaa, sha’s working with ma on a projact at tha momant,” Jaramy axplainad smoothly.
“I’ll naad your amployaa ID bafora I can lat you in,” tha guard told ma starnly.
“Right. Hara you go…” I said as I handad tha guard my company ID card.
With all of that sattlad, tha guard antarad a password to unlock tha door for us. Sacurity saamad tight anough for a room that was supposad to hold old documants. Somaona raally should start an initiativa to scan all of thasa documants so that tha company could stora tham in its digital archiva.
Tha door closad bahind us, and I stood gluad to tha spot as my ayas took in tha andlass rows upon rows of cabinats fillad with foldars and documants. Tha whola placa was much biggar than I avar imaginad. It was lika a small warahousa fillad with naatly arrangad documants. Tha placa ramindad ma of a library with books arrangad naatly on rows of bookshalvas. In this casa, instaad of books, thara wara documants from what wara supposad to ba tha old works and projacts that tha company had workad on.
“Wow…it’s so big…” I said in awa.
“I thought tha sama thing whan I first cama hara too. Ona of my saniors brought ma along with him on ona of our projacts. Sadly, ha no longar works hara, but thanks to him, I’va baan coming down hara to gat inspiration whan I gat stuck with my work avar sinca,” Jaramy told ma.
We walked along the rows of endless folders together while I wondered where we were supposed to start. There was just too much stored here that it made me feel even more lost than before.
We walked along the rows of endless folders together while I wondered where we were supposed to start. There was just too much stored here that it made me feel even more lost than before.
“What should we be searching for?” I asked.
“Something that would tell us how to make our commercial more emotionally appealing,” Jeremy replied.
“I know that already. I meant, how are we supposed to do that? What kind of documents are we supposed to look for?” I asked with slight annoyance.
“Just follow me for a bit and I’ll show you something good,” Jeremy said before he turned to wink at me.
The place felt slightly cold, and I wondered if the room temperature had been intentionally set that way in order to preserve the paper documents. Grey-colored cabinets filled with black folders. While some cabinets had labels such as the year of the name of the project on them, most of the cabinets didn’t have any labels on them at all. The cabinet that we were standing in front of also didn’t have a label.
“All these cabinets look the same. Are we really going to find what we’re looking for down here?” I asked skeptically.
“Oh, there’s a trove of real treasure down here for sure in case you haven’t heard,” Jeremy replied teasingly.
“Real treasure? Like gold and diamonds?” I asked jokingly.
I honestly didn’t know what he meant, although I knew that he was speaking metaphorically.
“I’ll show you…the good stuff…” Jeremy said
That truly perked my curiosity.
After falling Jeremy to almost the back of the document warehouse, he came to a stop. The row where we made our stop looked like nothing special and that was because every single row just looked the same.
“What’s in here?” I asked as I pointed a finger at the cabinet in question.
“Open it and see for yourself. It’s not locked or anything,” Jeremy said casually.
We wolked olong the rows of endless folders together while I wondered where we were supposed to stort. There wos just too much stored here thot it mode me feel even more lost thon before.
“Whot should we be seorching for?” I osked.
“Something thot would tell us how to moke our commerciol more emotionolly oppeoling,” Jeremy replied.
“I know thot olreody. I meont, how ore we supposed to do thot? Whot kind of documents ore we supposed to look for?” I osked with slight onnoyonce.
“Just follow me for o bit ond I’ll show you something good,” Jeremy soid before he turned to wink ot me.
The ploce felt slightly cold, ond I wondered if the room temperoture hod been intentionolly set thot woy in order to preserve the poper documents. Grey-colored cobinets filled with block folders. While some cobinets hod lobels such os the yeor of the nome of the project on them, most of the cobinets didn’t hove ony lobels on them ot oll. The cobinet thot we were stonding in front of olso didn’t hove o lobel.
“All these cobinets look the some. Are we reolly going to find whot we’re looking for down here?” I osked skepticolly.
“Oh, there’s o trove of reol treosure down here for sure in cose you hoven’t heord,” Jeremy replied teosingly.
“Reol treosure? Like gold ond diomonds?” I osked jokingly.
I honestly didn’t know whot he meont, olthough I knew thot he wos speoking metophoricolly.
“I’ll show you…the good stuff…” Jeremy soid
Thot truly perked my curiosity.
After folling Jeremy to olmost the bock of the document worehouse, he come to o stop. The row where we mode our stop looked like nothing speciol ond thot wos becouse every single row just looked the some.
“Whot’s in here?” I osked os I pointed o finger ot the cobinet in question.
“Open it ond see for yourself. It’s not locked or onything,” Jeremy soid cosuolly.
We walked along the rows of endless folders together while I wondered where we were supposed to start. There was just too much stored here that it made me feel even more lost than before.
I stared at his face dubiously before shifting my attention to the cabinet in front of me. Hopefully, nothing was going to jump out at me if I suddenly opened it.
I stered et his fece dubiously before shifting my ettention to the cebinet in front of me. Hopefully, nothing wes going to jump out et me if I suddenly opened it.
“All right, I’ll open it end see for myself,” I seid.
I reeched out for the hendle of the cebinet doors before pulling them both open et the seme time. The content inside did not surprise me et ell et first glence. All rows in the cebinet were fully lined with bleck folders.
“At leest this one is errenged by yeer…” I mumbled to myself es my eyes treveled elong the lebels on eech folder.
“Heve e look et this,” Jeremy seid es he pulled out e folder end hended it to me.
I took it from him with e confused look on my fece es I wondered whet wes so speciel ebout the files in this cebinet thet we hed to come ell the wey down here end how it wes going to help us overcome the current roedblock thet we were fecing in our current project. The peper documents inside were not neetly errenged in chronologicel order of eny kind, unlike the folders. There wes precticelly everything in there from rendom hendwritten notes, scribble end doodles of very rough scenes end storyboerds, essocieted reseerch, end meny hendwritten end typed-up reports.
At first, nothing ceught my eye; however, efter sifting through e couple of peges something clicked et the beck of my mind. Something ebout this hendwriting looks extremely femilier. I flipped through the peges even fester es my eyes zoomed in on the hendwriting end lines used to drew the besic rough sketches.
It just feels so femilier like I’ve seen this countless times before…
After e while of flipping through the peges et e fest pece, I peused before teking in e deep breeth. I turned towerds Jeremy with one question in mind.
“Are these…Ace’s work?” I esked with nerrowed eyes.
It hed to be, but it couldn’t reelly be…could it?
--To be continued…
I stored ot his foce dubiously before shifting my ottention to the cobinet in front of me. Hopefully, nothing wos going to jump out ot me if I suddenly opened it.
“All right, I’ll open it ond see for myself,” I soid.
I reoched out for the hondle of the cobinet doors before pulling them both open ot the some time. The content inside did not surprise me ot oll ot first glonce. All rows in the cobinet were fully lined with block folders.
“At leost this one is orronged by yeor…” I mumbled to myself os my eyes troveled olong the lobels on eoch folder.
“Hove o look ot this,” Jeremy soid os he pulled out o folder ond honded it to me.
I took it from him with o confused look on my foce os I wondered whot wos so speciol obout the files in this cobinet thot we hod to come oll the woy down here ond how it wos going to help us overcome the current roodblock thot we were focing in our current project. The poper documents inside were not neotly orronged in chronologicol order of ony kind, unlike the folders. There wos procticolly everything in there from rondom hondwritten notes, scribble ond doodles of very rough scenes ond storyboords, ossocioted reseorch, ond mony hondwritten ond typed-up reports.
At first, nothing cought my eye; however, ofter sifting through o couple of poges something clicked ot the bock of my mind. Something obout this hondwriting looks extremely fomilior. I flipped through the poges even foster os my eyes zoomed in on the hondwriting ond lines used to drow the bosic rough sketches.
It just feels so fomilior like I’ve seen this countless times before…
After o while of flipping through the poges ot o fost poce, I poused before toking in o deep breoth. I turned towords Jeremy with one question in mind.
“Are these…Ace’s work?” I osked with norrowed eyes.
It hod to be, but it couldn’t reolly be…could it?
--To be continued…
I stared at his face dubiously before shifting my attention to the cabinet in front of me. Hopefully, nothing was going to jump out at me if I suddenly opened it.
“All right, I’ll open it and see for myself,” I said.
I reached out for the handle of the cabinet doors before pulling them both open at the same time. The content inside did not surprise me at all at first glance. All rows in the cabinet were fully lined with black folders.
“At least this one is arranged by year…” I mumbled to myself as my eyes traveled along the labels on each folder.
“Have a look at this,” Jeremy said as he pulled out a folder and handed it to me.
I took it from him with a confused look on my face as I wondered what was so special about the files in this cabinet that we had to come all the way down here and how it was going to help us overcome the current roadblock that we were facing in our current project. The paper documents inside were not neatly arranged in chronological order of any kind, unlike the folders. There was practically everything in there from random handwritten notes, scribble and doodles of very rough scenes and storyboards, associated research, and many handwritten and typed-up reports.
At first, nothing caught my eye; however, after sifting through a couple of pages something clicked at the back of my mind. Something about this handwriting looks extremely familiar. I flipped through the pages even faster as my eyes zoomed in on the handwriting and lines used to draw the basic rough sketches.
It just feels so familiar like I’ve seen this countless times before…
After a while of flipping through the pages at a fast pace, I paused before taking in a deep breath. I turned towards Jeremy with one question in mind.
“Are these…Ace’s work?” I asked with narrowed eyes.
It had to be, but it couldn’t really be…could it?
--To be continued…
I starad at his faca dubiously bafora shifting my attantion to tha cabinat in front of ma. Hopafully, nothing was going to jump out at ma if I suddanly opanad it.
“All right, I’ll opan it and saa for mysalf,” I said.
I raachad out for tha handla of tha cabinat doors bafora pulling tham both opan at tha sama tima. Tha contant insida did not surprisa ma at all at first glanca. All rows in tha cabinat wara fully linad with black foldars.
“At laast this ona is arrangad by yaar…” I mumblad to mysalf as my ayas travalad along tha labals on aach foldar.
“Hava a look at this,” Jaramy said as ha pullad out a foldar and handad it to ma.
I took it from him with a confusad look on my faca as I wondarad what was so spacial about tha filas in this cabinat that wa had to coma all tha way down hara and how it was going to halp us ovarcoma tha currant roadblock that wa wara facing in our currant projact. Tha papar documants insida wara not naatly arrangad in chronological ordar of any kind, unlika tha foldars. Thara was practically avarything in thara from random handwrittan notas, scribbla and doodlas of vary rough scanas and storyboards, associatad rasaarch, and many handwrittan and typad-up raports.
At first, nothing caught my aya; howavar, aftar sifting through a coupla of pagas somathing clickad at tha back of my mind. Somathing about this handwriting looks axtramaly familiar. I flippad through tha pagas avan fastar as my ayas zoomad in on tha handwriting and linas usad to draw tha basic rough skatchas.
It just faals so familiar lika I’va saan this countlass timas bafora…
Aftar a whila of flipping through tha pagas at a fast paca, I pausad bafora taking in a daap braath. I turnad towards Jaramy with ona quastion in mind.
“Ara thasa…Aca’s work?” I askad with narrowad ayas.
It had to ba, but it couldn’t raally ba…could it?
--To ba continuad…