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Over the last week, since he’d started to summon me every day, the stiff reception lady just nodded when she saw me, and the masked guard stepped aside and gave me way to room twelve.

Not that Monday. I was in a hurry, and didn’t pay any attention to the lady’s frown. But I was forced to stop when the guard stood in my way.

“I’m here to see Mr. Ellis,” I said curtly. “He’s waiting for me.”

The lady looked me up and down like wondering if I was crazy or what. She raised a finger and made a call on her desk phone. I rolled my eyes, that fell on the clock behind her. Six-twenty. Shit! The son of a bitch would surely made me pay for being so late, no matter I’d just helped avoid a server crash and kept his company running.

“Mr. Dean Walsh is here,” I heard the lady say. “He says he’s here to see Mr. Ellis.”

Maybe I was so late he’d given order to not let me in? I turned to her again and found her observing me, still on the phone.

“Yessir,” she said, and hung up to talk to me. “Please wait