3.c.vi
I don’t
understand,” said Business Woman, “this was his office. I worked at the desk right out there. He rarely left this wing of the
building. He should be here.”
Out in the
reception area the entrance door opened.
Business Woman
shot Franklin Buck a glance and whispered a reminder to him about their cover
story. There was an uncomfortably long
pause before a voice finally spoke from the front desk.
“Excuse me, is
anybody in here?” asked Corporate Man.
Business
Woman’s shoulders dropped and she breathed a relieved sigh. Then she walked out into the reception area
where Corporate Man, Senior Executive, and Fair Wage were standing.
“He’s not
here. It doesn’t make sense,” she said.
“What about the greed-pieces? What do
they indicate?”
Corporate Man
pulled the greed-loaded space gun from his jacket, held it for a moment and
then said, “Up. I mean, they’re really
bouncing around in this room, but the general direction is still upward. How about we take the stairs and climb until
these things start moving sideways?”
The five of them
moved out into the hallway and found the stairs. They left Fair Wage in the lobby, insisting
that someone needed to wait for Supply and Demand. Truthfully, they didn’t think the old man
should climb so many steps.
After three
flights, the movement inside the greed-gun abruptly changed.
"This is the
floor,” said Corporate Man.
