Conor awoke to a strange buzzing. He rolled over and his hand found the lamp. As he clicked on the light, he didn’t recognize the room he was in. A red light blinked next to a toggle. He clicked it and a familiar voice filled the room through a speaker.
“Well, where is he? Jess said that turd worked here.”
“Yes, Mr. Brantley works here but it's early sir. I don’t believe anyone else is in yet.”
“So, one of these offices is his then?” came Nyman Banks’ voice.
Conor rolled out of bed and flicked open a monitor screen. He watched as Nyman walked down the far hall where the new unoccupied offices were.
“This one maybe?” Nyman shoved open the door to the empty office. “Empty? Does anyone actually work here?” He moved on, opening five more doors, each an empty office. Nyman cack
