The Purple Patch - Missouri Valley College

Norton files down yet.” Deliberately leaving the file drawer
open, he told Jensen to keep working, excusing himself as
he went back upstairs to get them.
Roberts opened the door to his office, slowly
crossed the floor, sat down at his desk, and turned on the
intercom. Two minutes and thirty-seven seconds later the
alarm in the vault went off. He then heard Paul Jensen’s
voice over the intercom: “Dave . . . Dave . . . Dave, the vault
door closed.”
Speaking softly, but loud enough for Jensen to hear
him, he spoke into the intercom: “Alright . . . hang on . . .
I’ll be right there.”
Jensen could barely hear the footsteps coming down
the stairs, but he heard them nonetheless. He let out a sigh
of relief. The sounds came right up to the door and then
stopped in front of it. But he couldn’t see what was going
on, as the door had no window. Finally, he heard the click
of the intercom.
“Paul, are you alright in there?” came the disembodied
voice.
“Uh, yeah, I think so . . . but it’s not too often that I
get stuck in a file room . . . you wanna open the door?” he
said with a chuckle in his voice.
The voice over the intercom then answered, “You
know Paul, I’ve got a lot of important contracts in there.
A lot of files I don’t need falling into the wrong hands, so
to speak. A few years ago, I heard of an entire company
falling into the wrong hands. The hands of someone they
thought they could trust. The hands of someone they
thought was an upstanding individual. Turns out that they
were wrong.”
Puzzled, Jensen spoke into the intercom: “What the
hell are you talking about, Dave?”
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