Don't keep us waiting, Elias. We've already mixed the voices. We just need yours to finish the set.
Elias froze. He hadn't been in the office on November 1st. He had been at home, mourning the project’s cancellation with a bottle of cheap scotch. He scrolled down, his heart hammering against his ribs. Mix Us logs - 11-1-23.zip
The air in the server room was a frigid 62 degrees, but Elias was sweating. He had just finished unzipping a file that shouldn’t have existed: . Don't keep us waiting, Elias
He looked at the corner of his monitor. The system clock flickered from 11:44 to 11:45. Outside his small office, the motion-sensor lights in the hallway to Archive Room B clicked on, one by one, trailing away into the dark. Don't keep us waiting