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ACT IV
DOUBTS DANCE AWAY
Frank waved to the security guard as he parked his car near the
building. He grabbed his briefcase and went directly through the entrance
to the cafeteria for his coffee. It was Tuesday, gourmet coffee
day, so he went straight for the good stuff. He always liked getting in
early after a business trip so he could get a head start on the work he
knew had piled up on this desk during his absence. Waving to a few
staff members as he left, he went to his office, turned on the light,
stopped, and stared. His office looked the same as it did when he left
Friday night, except for the wastebasket that he had put near the
door and that Marissa, the cleaning supervisor, had emptied and returned
to its spot behind his desk.
“Hmmmm,” he muttered as he walked over to the credenza,
placed his briefcase down, and opened it. He turned, and as he