Corporate Lobby

[Vogel]

"I'll do my best," he said with a wry grin.

Well that was unexpected. At least a swift boot out the front door, but this was getting somewhere.

The bartender droid had of course dropped his Martini on the counter while he was busy speaking, so there remained his own glass to chug. He picked up the fragile piece and motioned a little toast at the man he'd been speaking to.

Evidently it didn't sit well with him, since he got up and left in apparent disgust.

All the better. Hayes slipped a little container out of his coat pocket and dropped it in the glass. He waited for a few moments and quickly dumped the drink into one of the built-in drains on the counter, the kind meant to make cleanup that much easier. Who'd have thought it made this easier too?

He grabbed the little capsule off of the drain grate and pocketed it while mimicking a chug of the empty glass for the camera.

But the stuff would be tested at another time.

Hayes got off of his stool and sauntered over to the lift, guided by the lit arrows on the floor once again. Having stood in the center of the elevator, he turned around to face the doorway as the hatch closed. He reached over and straightened the watch on his wrist, hitting a button on it three times in succession, before punching in Floor 156 on the console.

Showtime.