"There's brownies in the seventh floor lounge," the guard said over his shoulder. "Is that where you're going?"

"We're headed to the twelfth floor," Ryan said, his voice smooth and deep like he'd done this a thousand times before.

The guard hit that number's button and smiled at Ryan as if he'd just done him an enormous favor.

When the elevator stopped at the seventh floor, the man stepped out. Before he'd even cleared the doors, I dove towards the ...