You have the access code. Send it to the SEC contact listed in my private directory. Another pause. Yes, do it now. Thank you.
She hung up. She turned to Darius. My attorney, she said, he'll move fast. How fast? Fastest person I know.
Something moved across her face. A complicated expression almost private. He's been telling me for 2 years that Ethan was wrong for the company. I told him he was being paranoid. She stopped.
I will never stop hearing that. Outside the glyphs wall of the supervisor's office. Across the dim records floor, Marcus Webb ended his phone call. He stood still for a moment and then he turned and looked directly at the supervisor's office. Not at them specifically.
The lights inside were off. The glass dark. They were invisible insides. There the same way the room was invisible to Iwan without a light source offense side but he was looking at the office with the focused attention of someone who is searching for something someone had told him where to search Daryus stepped back from the glass drawing Victoria back with him by the arm he knows we're on this floor how Ethan must have accessed the security cameras remotely if any of the cameras on this floor are still transmitting he stopped thought the east corridor camera. I saw it running on the monitor in the security dispatch office on 16.
If Ethan is watching that feed from somewhere outside the building, he saw us come through the east corridor. Victoria finished. Her voice was completely flat. He saw us come onto this floor. Webb was moving now toward the supervisor's office, not running, walking with the same deliberate steadiness Darius had heard in the stairwell earlier.
The walk of someone who has been told the target is in a specific location and is confident of the outcome. Darius turned and looked at the office around them. One door, the one they'd come through, one window looking out at the storm. Floor 23. No useful exit there.
No other access points. He looked at the air vent near the floor beside the desk. Too small. He looked at the ceiling tiles. He looked at the desk.
And then he looked at Victoria Hayes and said, "Can you make a noise? " She blinked. "What? When I give you the signal, I need you to make a sound. Something that will make him stop moving for 5 seconds. Talk.