48 hours

- Hey.

- Hey. – She told me, without looking at my face, continuing what she was doing.

- What do I do if I found something in the elevator?

- If it's not money, take it to the lost and found section on the second floor. – She followed the computer, showing no interest in what I was saying.

- What if it's money? I asked out of curiosity.

She looked at me then, with a face of few friends:

- Then leave it to me.

I wrinkled my forehead. How brazen! Sure, if it was money, I'd get it for her.

- Did you find something? – she asked, now interested.

- Yes... - I took a coin that was worth almost nothing and handed it to her.

She took the coin, looked at it, rolled it over her hand and said:

- You can keep it. - He smiled mockingly.

It's not a coin, you idiot. I found a wallet from Mr. Allan C. But you can't be trusted. I will return it myself, one way or another. He was such a kind gentleman. He was certainly worried, after all, all his cards were there. Who wouldn't? Especially with so many.