November 2, 2005
Week 27 - Impossible Dreams 10
"Uh," Powell mumbles, "I can explain..."
"Save it for Mr. Lamont," the guard interrupts. He speaks into a radio.
A few moments later, a well dressed, slightly balding young man walks into the office. "Who are you?" he demands. "What are you doing here?"
"Um..." Powell says. "I was... uh..."
The man points to the security guard, who stands at the doorway. "He says he found you behind my desk. What did you want back there?"
"Nothing! I was just... I mean... uh..."
"I have an important meeting in less than an hour! I don't have time for this. Either tell me why you're trespassing here or I'll turn you over to the police."
"No! I mean... I... I... I'm visiting the building with Donald Lamont..."
"My uncle! He's here? Today? Right now?"
Powell nods. "That's right... He had to, um, attend to something and... and I wanted to sit down... so... um... so I came in here..."
The man's eyes narrow. "I'm very careful to always keep this door locked."
"Oh... uh... well, you must have forgotten today because... um... it was just open and..."
"Where's my uncle now?"
"I don't know! I... I mean... he didn't say..."
The man shakes his head. "I don't believe you. I think you're some sort of industrial spy. I am going to turn you over to the police."
"No! It's true! I'm with Mr. Lamont... I swear! You can... you can ask his daughter..."
The man looks at him sharply. "You know my cousin?"
Powell nods. "Yes! I'm a... a friend of the family's..."
"Now that's very interesting. We find you skulking around in my office... which I'm sure I carefully locked... and you tell me you're friends with my cousin... On the very day when she and I are both meeting with an important stockholder to try and win her vote..."
Powell stares at him. "Oh... uh..."
The man pushes his index fingers together. "I think you and I should go and have a talk with little Lucy..."