"You know, I'm Mr. Peterson's secretary now, but later..." she winked and licked her lips almost simultaneously. "Later, I can be all yours."

Clearly a follower of Darwin, Sheckley mused to himself.  For a second he wavered.  For a second his head stuttered in time with her fluttery eyelashes.  For the briefest moment it was Gail who? Then Sheckley felt her press the cold steel of the gun into the palm of his hand and he knew exactly what he must do.  He stepped into the waiting elevator car and left her there, scowling as the doors closed.

The elevator descended rapidly but two floors down it came to a halt and opened to a man nearly out of breath, stepping into the car.  The doors closed again.

"I'm so glad to have caught up with you, Mr. Sheckley," the man said, offering his hand to shake.  Automatically, Sheckley reached out his hand.

"My name is Mr. Peterson," the man said, and Sheckley pulled back his hand as if from the snapping jaws of a shark.