Michael took a deep breath. Come on man, you're smart. You can do this. And he could. He was in a f*****g mansion surrounded by money. He needed to grab something and get out. But what? He couldn't stand the thought of going back to the office. f**k, there's stuff everywhere.
When his legs were steady, he followed the corridor back to the entrance hall. His eyes fell on the double French doors and the ballroom beyond. He thought of the mirrored wall and the secret door. If the stuff upstairs was worth a fortune, then what would be down there?
He felt along the smooth glass. "How the f**k do you open this? Come on!"
As if by command, something clicked and the door sprang open. He gave a soft cry of delight and ran down the dark narrow stairs. The light gave out before he reached the bot
