Mike Sullivan's witty eyes moved from his face to the bunch of key cards that were placed in his drawer. He looked like he wanted to make a decision.
The man waited with a straight face but inside, he was praying fervently that what he thought was about to happen would actually happen.
At last, Mr. Sullivan said, "Which laboratory are you trying to get into?"
"Room 503," He said quickly.
His eyes went down and scanned through his drawer. His finger followed suit. In the end, he brought out a card key and handed it over to the man who received it with eager hands.
"Thank you so much for this," He said with a grateful smile.
Mike Sullivan gave a tight smile. "Try not to lose this one again."
