A long flight of stairs later, we stepped out into another short hall, a door on either end.  Pointing left, Robert explained that led to the building I resided in.  The right was to the main house.  I had been taken to the compound.  Did Mr. White know I was under his feet?   My weapons had been returned to my room and he expected me to hurry to the boardroom.  That I wasn’t to keep him waiting.  Damn Robert.  Throwing my room door open, I grabbed my weapons.  They were sitting on my desk as if I had left them there to be cleaned.  At least they hadn’t been tampered.  The clips were filled.  The blanks sitting on the table beside where they had sat.  That made me wonder.  When my door flew open, my body went on alert.  But I...

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