The door swung open, hitting the wall behind it with a bang. I looked up startled.
"What's the meaning of this?" Klir stood in the door frame, brandishing a piece of paper. His face, usually a shade of bright pink, was purple. His voice shook, with what I took to be rage.
"How dare you?" It was not a question, it was an accusation.
"Klir," I said pushing the chair back from the desk in what I hoped was a casual manner. "I really don't have the foggiest idea to what you are referring." I smiled, the fingers, of one hand, hovering over the panic button, hidden beneath the desk. In the other hand I held the gun I kept for any disputes I may have with the employees.
"Don't fuck with me!" Klir shouted, spittle flying from his mouth. Some of it landed on my desk. I resisted the temptation to grab hold of the disinfectant spray with my third hand.
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