A burly black man gently placed his hands on Troy's arms and helped him to stand. "If we can get you out of this elevator, then we can let these doors shut and that will put an end to that loud noise."

That made sense. So Troy accepted his help and was led out of the elevator. His entourage followed. Damnit, some of them were furiously writing on clipboards. Had he screwed up already? This was not his fault!

He felt a pulse in his temple and knew that he was going ...