3.c.v
“They’re in,”
Corporate Man whispered.
He, Senior
Executive, and Fair Wage had been in the building for nearly thirty
minutes. They’d swept into the lobby
leading a group of Japanese businessmen, acting as if they’d courted the
foreign tradesmen and were bringing them into the building for an important
meeting. They breezed right past the
reception desk and into the elevators where they quickly separated themselves
from the confused Asian entrepreneurs.
Their next
step had been to gather at a water cooler.
This was most advantageous to their purpose as water coolers are out of
bounds zones in the corporate world.
Milling about is expected here and almost always allowed, taking on an
almost religious air. A company dare not
interfere with this important American institution.
Especially
since they could write it off on their taxes.
Supply and
Demand were also inside. To gain
entrance they’d shown up as job applicants and were instructed to head over to
Personnel. No one noticed when they did
not show up in that department.
Corporate Man
checked his greed-filled ray gun.
“This thing is
freaking out. We’re definitely in the
right place,” he said. He loosened his
grip on it, trying to decipher the dominant thrust of its movements. “I think it’s trying to go up.”
“That’s where
Business Woman is heading,” said Senior Executive. “The twenty second floor.”
“Right. Yeah, her cover job. We should make our way there up there,”
Corporate Man said, checking his tie and slipping the vibrating ray gun into
his suit pocket. Senior Executive
smoothed the sleeves of his dark grey suit and adjusted Fair Wage’s collar
before they strode into a nearby elevator.
Going up.