He caught some odd looks on the way. Yeah, I’m the guy who just shut your asses down. Deal with it. At least he hoped that’s what the looks were about. But as he neared the end of the cube farm just before it opened into the expansive lobby area, he saw a man bolt upright, his head shooting above his workstation wall like a hyperactive prairie dog emerging from its hole in the ground. Shah did his best to ignore him but saw the man point dramatically at him. Heard him say into the phone, “He’s here! Yes, right now, he’s about to walk out of here into the lobby.” Shah picked up his pace as much as he could without seeming like he was acting suspicious, but then came the shouted commands. “Mr. Rahim! Stop, please, we need to talk to you! Mr. Rahim…” Then a duo of suited security personnel emerged from a row of cubicles and headed right for Shah. One of them held up a badge. Shah didn’t take the time to figure out what it represented.
