Motion from down the hallway alerted her. A man running. She followed, her steps impeded by high-heel shoes. The one day she decided to wear them. A door between the suites slammed open, the handle battering the wall. Plaster chips already littering the floor when she passed by. He ran, growing farther ahead. The god damn shoes. The floor laid out as a circle and he had to return to the receptionist lobby. She shouted for someone to call the security and the police. Catch him at the elevator. Secretaries looked up. What?, someone shouted. Police, she screamed. The man was out of sight. She came around the next corner in time to see him banging on the fire door, flinging it open. An alarm sounded, she