The Summit

At last! My floor.

I'd opted to waddle up the remaining flights of stairs. With the ass of the trousers torn around the back, the front was much roomier and meant walking up the steps was easier.

I stepped onto the landing _Now to find a restroom... and peeked my head through the door. ...and get some sewing done pronto! _

Suddenly as I turned my head left out of the door I saw the security woman from earlier marching her way down the corridor.

_Wha?! _I dropped my briefcase in panic. It's that ass of a security guard from the lobby! How'd she get up here so fast? She's coming this way too!

I jumped to the right side of the doorway so that if it opened I'd be hidden by the open door my bare ass pressing against the wall and my shirt, open except for the top button, fluttering around me. It was a good thing I hid where I had, as the door swung open and the guard stepped into the doorway. Hands held together imitating a gun. The door pressed into my side, the guard didn't seem to notice.

"The brave guard hunts for the terrorists alone..." She said in a falsely deep voice. "Damn! I wish they'd issue me with a gun." She said with genuine disappointment in her voice.

"Hello, what's this?" She said as she saw my briefcase on the floor.

Oh no! My briefcase!

She picked her walkie-talkie off her belt and began speaking to reception.

"Hello? Main desk. I have a code 467."

"A what?"

"A code 467, an item of lost property."

"Well why idn't you just call it that?"

"Regulations clearly state that---"

"Stop being such a jobsworth and bring it down to the main desk. Sheesh!"

"Roger. E.T.A. 15 minutes, over and out."

"Yeah whatever"

My briefcase! If I lose that, I lose everything! My wallet, keys, phone AND the sewing kit!!