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25 October
Pacific Tower
11:55 am
I heard the elevator locking into position on
this floor. I had to move fast!
I scampered through the foyer and past
the elevator, just as it opened. I stood up and ran into the neighboring
accountant's office, throwing myself down on a chair in their waiting
room. I watched through the doorway as Rathbone stepped out of the
elevator and into his office, but not before he threw a sideways glance
my way.
"How may I help you?" asked a man in
reception.
"Oh," I said. "Sorry. I think I'm on the
wrong floor." With that, I got up and hurried to the elevator.
I couldn't believe it when the elevator
was suddenly called down to the ground floor. I hit the down button,
taking a sideways looks at Rathbone's office, wondering how long it
would take him to notice the hidden drawer's position.
I jiggled with impatience, listening to
the elevator doors opening downstairs and to the silence coming from
Rathbone's office. I hoped this would continue a while longer.
Come one, come on, I muttered to
the elevator through clenched teeth, hearing its doors close downstairs
and the whining of its ascent to the first and second floors.
A sudden eruption of sound came from
Rathbone & Associates. I heard loud shouting, and then suddenly Rathbone
appeared behind the double glass doors, heading straight for me, one
fist raised in the air and his face contorted with rage. The elevator
doors opened, and I jumped in, punching the "close doors" button.
"You! Come back here, you little thug!
You criminal!" he shouted.
The elevator doors started to close.
Hurry, hurry! I begged them.
Rathbone stuck one foot in the door, and
the elevator doors parted again. He pulled them open with his hands,
leaped into the elevator and grabbed me around the throat. "What did you
take?"
"Nothing!" I said, struggling to free
myself as the elevator doors closed, and we started descending. "Get
your hands off me!"
"We'll see about that!" he said,
tightening his grip on me. "I'm marching you straight down to the
police. You tried to blackmail me once, but that won't scare me again.
This is the end of you. You'll be locked up, and they'll throw away the
key. You'll be an old man by the time you get out! And do you know what?
I'll be enjoying all the wonderful things that the Ormond Singularity
brings me while you're rotting away in some maximum security prison. In
fact, once I have my hands on it, I'll send you a postcard."
Rathbone was surprisingly strong, and
although I struggled vigorously, he was able to keep a tight hold on me
as the elevator doors opened onto the ground floor.
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