...last thing i heard was someone mention differentiated income streams and by then almost everyone else had already left, just the odd straggler, like Pete from Marketing with his head in his hands and his mouth full of what, from this elevation, looked like thousands of flying ants.
I think it might have been Pete who was the first to try to get out but I'm not sure it was him who first noticed that the corridor between the conference room and the double doors had become infinitely long. No matter how many doors we traversed, no matter how many soul-sabred accountants and salesman we nodded our acquaintances too, we never got nearer those doors.
It stretched farther than Anne's arms.
Anne with the arms of the Devil. Anne with the arms of an ape. Anne who lifted Steve Mason clear off the ground with her teeth.
Dave Gender tried heaving a chair through the glass but I think even he understood that that was never going to work.
Julie let tiny bubbles of panic rise in her mouth.