ALEXANDER
I opened the next file, and for a moment, nothing happened. Then the screen came alive again.
This recording was different from the others. The previous clips had been taken inside what I assumed was Conrad's office, but this one showed a bedroom. I watched as the door opened and Conrad walked into the room. He appeared to have just stepped out of the shower. His hair was still damp, and a towel was draped around his neck. He picked up another towel and began drying his hair as he crossed the room.
The same man who had appeared in at least two of the previous recordings was already sitting in one of the chairs near the window.
Conrad dropped the towel around his neck onto a nearby surface and continued drying his hair before finally looking toward the man.
“So... by the time
