After getting enough sleep, he went to his office at the charity commission.
It had become quite a habit of his to go to the office every day and have a good look at his "wealth".
Just a look at it was enough to make him feel energetic the whole day.
Today, he entered the office as usual, closed the door and closed all the automatic curtains.
He made sure no one could ever see him from the outside.
He rubbed his hands and excitedly took down the oil painting on the wall.
When he looked at the safe behind the painting, he was almost drooling.
He skillfully pressed his fingerprint, entered the code, and with a click, he opened the safe.
He froze.
Unexpectedly, it was empty.
He thought perhaps he was just not completely awake yet, so he rubbed his eyes.
He looked again and still there was nothing.
He felt his heart was about to explode and hurriedly reached inside the safe.
All he could feel was the cold, hard stainless steel, and the coldness constantly reminded him that it was empty, all empty!
His mind went blank.
The first thing that came to his mind was that he must inform Otis.
The only person who knew that he had a vault, other than himself, was Otis.
He trembled and shivered as he took his phone out of his pocket.
He called Otis's private number.
When dialing the number, his fingers kept trembling, and he just could not get the numbers right with his trembling fingers.
With great difficulty, he held the phone tightly with both hands. That way, he could only barely control the fierce trembling of his fingers, and finally made the call.
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