"Who's out there?" The man's voice cut through the vast office like a sharp blade. His footsteps grew quicker, the creases in his leather shoes deepening with every step. He flung the door open, eyes scanning the empty hallway.
"No one?" His gaze swept the area, searching for any sign of life.
"Maybe you're seeing things," the man seated nearby said, adjusting his cuffs and lighting a cigar with a casual flick.
"I know what I heard," the man muttered, his suspicion growing as he bent slightly, hands resting on his hips.
"Check the surveillance."
"There's no surveillance here, and you know it," the other man whispered, leaning closer as if the walls had ears.
