Setting her kit down in front of the wall of the assigned room, Sabrina looked it over. After a quick scan, she knelt down, undoing the latch.

A brush with gossamer bristles.

Withdrawn.

Striped box of pantone swatches.

Withdrawn.

Sabrina lifted the box's lid, placing it aside. She fiddled her fingers through the swatches. Two swatch books yanked out; gold and white. Gold first. She pushed several shades of gold out of the way, coming across the right hue she needed. The swatch book vibrated between her fingers. Gold tones climbed up through her fingernails.

The bigger part of her 'colorpathy' ability that wasn't seen at the Cafeteria. Grasping the seemingly modified brush, Sabrina pressed the gossamer-tinted bristles on the wall, bending upright. For some reason, it seemed impossible for her to transfer the color in a normal way. In seconds, the gold pantone transferred from her fingernails through the brush.

One downward stroke.

Another drawn a few inches away.

Before long, four long gold strokes outlined the wall.

Sabrina filled in the entire 'canvas'. Lifting the white swatch book, she absorbed the very last pantone swatch. The brightest white. Once transferred onto the brush, it spread like wildfire onto the wall. Remaining, large gold trims outlined the top and bottom.

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The coloring finished in fifteen minutes. Six-thirty in the afternoon flashed on a wall clock.

Testing to see if everything's in order, Sabrina did something unusual.

"Sabrina Im. Age 23, Korean-American and English," she spoke while facing the painted wall.

Sound wave vibrations rippled into her palms. It felt as if a muffled voice were talking directly into them. From her poised stance and firm nod, Sabrina looked satisfied with receiving the feedback.

The door swung open in no rush, Sabrina standing in the doorway with her heavy kit in hand.

"Mr. Soo," Sabrina waved him down from the room.

Mr. Soo stepped from behind his desktop where he monitored her work through the CCTVs, speedily sprinting towards the assigned room.

"I need you to say whatever comes to mind when I enter your office, at a normal volume," she left him with vague information, going into his main office.

A bit confused, Mr. Soo stood at the ready.

Sabrina opened up a writing software on his desktop computer.

"Now," she projected aloud.

"Um...I really hope everything goes well tonight?" Mr. Soo said, as if he had a conversation with the wall.

"Good," She wrote down what he said word for word, although she heard nothing, nodding. Her experienced palms showed that it was a nearly perfected technique. Sabrina pulled out the chair.

It was her time to sit there now.

Mr. Soo joined Sabrina in the main office.

Rummaging through his pockets, he pulled out a copy of the main office's keys.

"They should be arriving at the time they always do. Ten o'clock tonight. I leave the rest to you, and if it's successful, the remaining one thousand dollars is yours," the CEO finalized.

He handed her a copy of the keys, heading towards the exit.

"Do well!" He said, locking the entire office's door.

Leaning over in the seat, Sabrina opened her kit. She took out a pair of noise-cancellers her friend modified. Drenched in a solution of the same gossamer material that coated her brush as well. They amplifed vibrations to make the sound waves much clearer.

Sabrina pulled out her tablet from the very bottom of the kit. She placed it in front of the desktop computer, ready to type up a transcript. Her fingers laid in an arranged typing position, ready for the prepetrators' arrival.

Focus was important, and she had three hours and thirty minutes to kill.