Fitzgerald's assistant, Axelrod Dunphy, charged through the hallways with the focus of a battlefield messenger carrying orders that would determine whether an army survived the day. His expression was grim, his pace relentless, and anyone unfortunate enough to be standing in his path quickly stepped aside.
He obtained the security footage in record time.
The parking garage security guard stood nearby, sweating so heavily that Axelrod briefly wondered if the man was attempting to drown himself before the consequences arrived.
The moment the footage began playing, Axelrod understood why.
A woman in designer clothes marched across the screen.
A woman who clearly had strong feelings about employment opportunities.
A woman who then walked up to Fitzgerald's Bentley and kicked it.
Hard.
Axelrod closed his eyes.
Just for a second.
Then he opened them again and slowly turned toward the security guard.
