THE WHEELCHAIR SCREECHED SIDEWAYS ACROSS THE POLISHED MARBLE BEFORE ANYONE COULD REACT.

woman raised her hand slightly.

“Open the door.”

The employee looked at the locked showroom entrance. Heavy, reinforced, designed not to be questioned. He glanced at the manager.

She shook her head quickly.

“No. That room is restricted.”

The elderly woman turned her gaze to her.

“And yet you don’t have the key.”

The manager froze.

The employee looked down continue reading …