"The transport unit is secured in the freight elevator, Ms. Navarro."
Helena stood in the doorway of the executive suite. She did not look at the floor. She did not look at the puddle of ruined gray wool, nor the discarded clear plastic heels. She kept her eyes strictly trained on the bridge of Camille's nose.
"Bring it in," Camille ordered.
The heavy, magnetic doors locked open. Two burly security operatives, dressed in identical black suits, wheeled a massive rectangular object into the center of the office.
It was a custom ATA flight case.
Constructed of black, heavy-duty laminated plywood, reinforced with aluminum extrusions and steel ball corners, it looked like a container designed to haul millions of dollars of sensitive server equipment. It had heavy butterfly latches and industrial casters.
"Leave it," Camille commanded. "Wait in the hall."
The operatives bowed silently and exited. The doors clicked shut.
