"Ah, Ma'am-- Sir?--" You feel a sudden tap on your back, firm, but not too as such "-- I think you dropped this back in the elevator." If you were to turn around, you would see a short male, with cropped black hair, and a mole under his left eye- a face you would recognise as Segewa Chota, an unreliable co worker of yours from the IT department. He was holding your pen, one you usually kept in your breast pocket