[Jon's down on his knees, preoccupied in going through what appear to be financial reports in Elias' desk drawer. He's chewing his lip as he flicks through pages, searching for contracts. He can sense there's something important around this area, but he hasn't twigged to what. The knife, itself, doesn't even occur to him.
It's only when a shadow shifts across him slightly that he glances up. He does a double-take before shooting up to his feet, a random file clutched in his hands. His eyes dart to either side as if any other exit is going to magically appear.]
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It's only when a shadow shifts across him slightly that he glances up. He does a double-take before shooting up to his feet, a random file clutched in his hands. His eyes dart to either side as if any other exit is going to magically appear.]
I- I thought you went home.