Justin reaches the door first and tests the door handle before trying anything else. To our surprise, the outer door opens easily. We slip inside, not daring to make a sound or turn on my flashlight. Dim light filters through the windows of the president's office, barely illuminating the outer office. Still, as my eyes adjust, I am able to see Justin miming that we need to get into the president's office. Now.
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