Love Slave to My Dev Chapter 185

185 The Real Treasure

Even more surprising than the fact that everything was clean and proper was the fact that there were actually security guards in front of the door. I had no idea what was stored in there, but it must be important enough for the company to hire guards to guard it. Since this company’s main selling point was the creativity of its staff, I guess it might not be too far of a stretch for it to protect its archive of confidential information.

“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

before his face transford into a look of curiosity. I guess he didn’t expect Jeremy to bring soone down here with him.

“You brought a friend along...” the guard said.

“Oh yea, she’s working with

on a project at the mont,” Jeremy explained smoothly.

“I’ll need your employee ID before I can let you in,” the guard told

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 seed tight enough for a room that was supposed to hold old docunts. Soone really should start an initiative to scan all of these docunts 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 docunts. The whole place was much bigger than I ever imagined. It was like a small warehouse filled with neatly arranged docunts. The place reminded

of a library with books arranged neatly on rows of bookshelves. In this case, instead of books, there were docunts 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 sa thing when I first ca here too. One of my seniors brought

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 .

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

feel even more lost than before.

“What should we be searching for?” I asked.

“Sothing that would tell us how to make our comrcial more emotionally appealing,” Jeremy replied.

“I know that already. I ant, how are we supposed to do that? What kind of docunts are we supposed to look for?” I asked with slight annoyance.

“Just follow

for a bit and I’ll show you sothing good,” Jeremy said before he turned to wink at .

The place felt slightly cold, and I wondered if the room temperature had been intentionally set that way in order to preserve the paper docunts. Grey-colored cabinets filled with black folders. While so cabinets had labels such as the year of the na 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 sa. 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 ant, although I knew that he was speaking taphorically.

“I’ll show you...the good stuff...” Jeremy said

That truly perked my curiosity.

After falling Jeremy to almost the back of the docunt warehouse, he ca to a stop. The row where we made our stop looked like nothing special and that was because every single row just looked the sa.

“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.

I stared at his face dubiously before shifting my attention to the cabinet in front of . Hopefully, nothing was going to jump out at

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 sa ti. The content inside did not surprise

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 .

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 co all the way down here and how it was going to help us overco the current roadblock that we were facing in our current project. The paper docunts 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 sothing clicked at the back of my mind. Sothing about this handwriting looks extrely familiar. I flipped through the pages even faster as my eyes zood in on the handwriting and lines used to draw the basic rough sketches.

It just feels so familiar like I’ve seen this countless tis 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...