Charles smiled to himself, unable to hide his excitement. It was the kind of opportunity that made everything fall into place. "Turns out this shelf hasn't been dusted in weeks." He suddenly heard Tyson say, and turned. Tyson was standing by a shelf of books he had seen the maid cleaning a day ago. It was obvious he was doing it on purpose. He opened his mouth to say something about the maid cleaning it, but Tyson suddenly held up a duster. "Dust it." He ordered, staring at Charles expressionlessly. Charles gave a little smile, as that was the only way he could refrain his anger from showing on his face. He walked towards Tyson, and took the duster from him. Very soon, it would be over, and relief would wash over him like a cool shower on a hot summer's day. Charles began to dust the shelf, and the books on it, waiting patiently for the time to clock seven, so they could leave, and he'd begin his work. When he was done cleaning the shelf, he ran some more errands, and was finally left alone when it was 6PM. He assumed they were preparing to leave by Seven, and although he was a little impatient, he reminded himself that he had all the time in the world. Finally, it was seven, and one after the other, they came down from the stairs. "You look so handsome, Tyson. Wow, didn't know you had such great taste for suits." Sandra commented when Tyson, who was the last to be done, came down from the stairs. "I'm flattered." He replied, placing a little rose into his chest pocket. "I didn't receive any compliments." Carlos said, getting to his feet, and Sandra chuckled. "Oh darling, you should know you look good without anyone telling you. All the outfits in the world were made for you." She replied, and Charles watched them leaving. They kept on talking, as they left, and Charles waited until their car had driven past the gates, before he began to work on his intentions. He raced up the stairs, and made his way to Mr. Lincoln's, and Sandra's room. He was certain he would find things there. The door was slightly open when he got there, and he pushed it wider, and looked around. There were shelves, drawers, and a table with lots of documents on it. It was probably his father's work table. He walked towards it first, and began to search through the documents hastily. Most of them were research documents, reports on the activities in his company, and a few more useless paperwork, which Charles didn't need. He had a lot of time on his hands, but he didn't know why he kept on having a bad feeling that he would get caught. Maybe it was because of what he was doing. Charles bent towards the drawers, after brushing through everything on the table. He pulled the first one open, and saw a variety of pills in containers. Sleeping pills, pain relief peels, calming pills, and a lot more. "Serves you right. Very soon, you'll no longer be able to use all these pills." He muttered, pulling out the next drawer. He searched though it frantically, and took out large textbooks, and more bound paper work which he flipped through. Each drawer seemed to be dustier than the last, but no matter how Charles searched, he didn't see anything he could keep, or use against them. Then, he arranged Mr. Lincoln's desk, and looked around frantically for the next place he'd search. His eyes fell on a cabinet that seemed a little dusty, and he went straight for it. It was locked, so he looked around hastily for a pin he could use to pick it. He walked briskly to Sandra's desk on which were several makeup, and beauty products. He opened a brightly colored box, which he suspected was her jewelry box. Luckily it was, and he poured it all out, looking for a hairpin. He found one quickly, and checked its tip. It was just right. Charles returned the jewels, and went to the cabinet, inserting the pin into it. He was as slow as he could be, picking the lock gently. Finally, he heard a satisfying click, and pulled the door open. In it were old books that were coated in dust, and underneath it was a safe. He began to pick the lock expertly, although it was slightly more difficult than the cabinet's lock."Come on, come on…" Charles muttered, feeling apprehensive. He didn't know why he got the feeling that one of them might return, and find him there. Finally, the lock clicked, and he opened the safe. He found some more documents, and after opening them, he realized they were his mother's. He checked them all, and placed them next to him on the floor, they were his to keep. While roaming the safe, he found some dollar bills covered with dust that didn't seem like the kind of dust he'd been dealing with, since he began to search. He raised it to see it better, and realized it was cocaine dust. Cocaine? Then he spotted a key with his name on it. What could it mean? Charles' eyes fell back on the dollar bills coated with Cocaine, and he closed up the safe box, after arranging it up prettily. He left the room the way it had been, leaving the door slightly open, and made his way to Sandra's personal room. Her room was modest, and he wondered where he was to start searching from. He went through her drawers, and cabinets quickly but found nothing particularly suspicious. Then, he happened to spot a luggage next to her wardrobe, and ran to him. He opened up the zipper, and found bags in it. One after the other, he opened the bags, and his smile widened with each bag he opened. In those bags, he had found cocaine and Indian hemp in large amounts.