Sorel knocked on the IT frosted glass door and entered. A dark skinned clean appearing man was sitting behind the only desk with a phone and paperwork placed on in-and-out boxes.
“Good afternoon, I am Fatir Zahlen. You must be the person I am waiting for–Ms. Martha Sorel?”
“Yes, I've gone over the outline form of my presentation and made a list of all equipment and furniture necessary for our quarterly meeting.” Sorel shook the offered hand and gave him her list.
“Ah, Yes. We have all of these things.” Zahlen stood up, slowly scanned the list and want to her side. “I think you must inspect one of these items which is over there near the back wall behind the projection screen.” Zahlen pointed to a large black trunk.
“The clasp seems to be stuck. Can you open it for me?” Sorel asked.
“Of course I can do this. We must always keep the PowerPoint projectors locked up.” Zahlen had the correct key ready and unlocked the trunk.
“Can you tell which projector goes with the handheld laser pointer and slide changer?” Sorel squinted into the dark space.
“There are two such machines side-by-side at the bottom. Tell me which one you desire and I will remove it for you.” Zahlen watched as Sorel had to kneel down and lean into the trunk.
Sorel lost her balance in the awkward position because of her high heels and landed on her bottom looking up at Zahlen just as he was removing his silenced Glock. “Oh my God! That's a gun!”
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