“Oh, sorry,” Clark said, trying to mop up the drips with his wet sleeve.
“You got an appointment to see Mr. White?” the security guard asked.
For the briefest of seconds, Clark considered lying, but he decided
against it. He was a big fan of truth. And justice. And a better tomorrow.
“No,” he admitted. “But I really need to see him. If he’s free. It won’t take
long.”
The security guard looked at Clark’s eager, honest face, his steamed-up
glasses, his wet business suit…and softened a little, feeling sorry for the
poor chump. “Top floor,” he said. “But you didn’t hear it from me, okay?
Elevators are over there.” He pointed, then went back to his computer.
“Thanks,” Clark said, meaning it. “Thanks very much.”

Chapter 1