The locked clicked. He was in. He heard a voice on the other side. He could question this girl. Maybe she could tell him about her father giving oil to terrorist. He put the metal pick away and slowly opened the girl. He looked at the girl before him. Charles knew it would be weird seing a man with no face. "Hello..you must be Mr. Rochefort's daughter, Emilie De Rochefort, I have some question for you about your father.."