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(Apologies for the wait)
Ian was violently drumming his fingers on his desk, pushing the mouse of to the side. Nothing. He couldn't find anything of importance, and gave up trying to. If she had something hidden in her archives somewhere, he hadn't found it. His computer was still scanning through for anything important, but he was tired of sitting there.
Deciding to get up, he slowly started to pace the room. What was the whole point of this? He wasn't exactly making much of a living off of it. At least, that's what his notice on the door was saying. He needed something good, or else he was going to be out on the streets. Not having much time, he continued to pace back and forth as all these thoughts were brought forward. "Come on, think." He muttered to himself, slowly making his way into the kitchen.