Abigail
The PR floor was half dead by the time I stepped off the elevator. Most of the lights were dimmed, chairs in the bull pen were pushed in, and the monitor screens were dark.
A few people were still scattered around the floor though. I spotted a guy near the printer, gathering a stack of papers and tapped the counter to get his attention. "Hey, is the head of PR still in?"
He glanced up. "Miss Duke? No, she left about forty minutes ago."
"Perfect," I murmured.
"Sorry?"
"Nothing." I beamed at him. "I just need to grab something from her office real quick. I'll be two minutes."
He shrugged and went back to his papers. Yeah good for you, buddy.
Alicia's office was locked. Well crap. How was I supposed to get in? The maintenance floor would have spare keycards for emergencies.
