5.k.
“I can feel him. He’s on the other side of this wall,” Supply
said.
“Who? Corporate Man?” Franklin Buck asked. The knot on his forehead was the size of a
plum and would be a similar shade in a day or two. If any of them lasted that long.
“No. Demand.
He’s there,” she said, pointing to the wall.
“How do we get
there? The doors on that side lead to a
small office, a janitor’s closet, and a stairwell,” said Fair Wage.
“Let’s take
the stairs. The hallway dead ends back
there,” she said, gesturing toward the wall where she’d felt Demand. “Maybe if we go up we can drop back down.”