Sydney listened to the request to lock the door... but not that she was dismissed and to lock it on her way out. No, she was to lock it and stay in the office with Jessica. Sydney could feel her heart pounding at the request.. more and more evidence mounting that this was corrupt. It was all in her head to that point.. Jessica hadn’t outright done anything to come out and call Sydney on what she’d done.<br/><br/>As Sydney walked back from locking the door, towards the awful chair, she saw the piece of paper. She took it in her gel coated nails and looked, immediately wanting to leave. She glanced back at the locked door now and then back at Jessica.<br/><br/>She couldn’t admit what she knew of the number.. but the presence of it was a confession that she was caught, now wiggling in the spider’s web. Admitting it could be digging her own grave, however, on the off chance Jessica didn’t have enough of evidence. Perhaps she was wired and trying to get a confession? Sydney just imagined admitting that was the amount she’d siphoned from Jessica’s account, and then the feds would burst in and take her away. An over exaggeration, sure.. but this all had her off balance.<br/><br/>She cleared her throat, setting the paper down. “No, should I be able to?” She responded, feigning ignorance with a straight expression on her face. “Is it one of your account balances? I’m happy to go back to my desk and do some research.” Anything to get out of there.