“Call Jenkins,” he thought as he absentmindedly navigated the large group of workers leaving the elevators. “I’ve got to tell them to stop work until the new specs arrive.” Joe pushed a button and stared vacantly into the polished brass, looking vacantly at himself while thinking of the Morris project. A bell rang and a door opened. A courier dashed out of the elevator, abruptly past Joe as he took a step forward.
Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov