Dispatch from an advertising future #95


The panel in the anonymous door slid open. Dark eyes scanned him. It slammed shut and the door opened. The corridor was dark but there were sounds coming from the windowless room at the end. Cooling fans and keyboards. They sat around the table, tablets glowing. Each of them had their minder. Just behind, within easy reach. Expressionless, they didn’t even seem to look at the monitors scrolling numbers. He nodded and sat, dropping his mobile into the secure box. “Gentlemen. Lady,” he said. “You know why we’re here. Our friend has upped the stakes again. We need to respond.”