Once inside the executive office suite, the guard led him to Peter Lanham’s office which he unlocked then flipped on the overhead light. “Mr. Smithe arrived about an hour ago, but otherwise none of the other employees are in yet.” Matt set his briefcase on the large desk. “Is Mr. Smithe in his office?” “I couldn’t say, sir. Haven’t seen him since he came through the lobby earlier.” “Okay. Thanks for your help.” “No problem. Let me know if there’s anything else you need.” “Will do.” After the guard left, Matt rolled up his sleeves and took a seat behind the desk. A hearty yawn reminded him how poorly he’d slept the night before. Yesterday’s events kept rattling through his mind leaving him much too agitated to nod off. Between the multiple loose ends he’d need to tie up, a lumpy mattress, and a blaring television in the room next to his at the motel, he’d given up around four that morning.
