<strong>Tsade ~ business</strong><br/><br/>Lily knew her place and took it immediately as the door opened. He stepped out leading her in what was to be their customary gate. Each step, each move planned to take advantage of any chance to surge ahead without actually jogging.<br/><br/>There were two men in dark suites that fell in step behind them. He gave a nod of recognition to each as he past them. They were department heads. Apparently certain departments had alerted their supervisors and those same supervisors took it upon themselves to assist.<br/><br/>Smart.<br/><br/>They in fact cleared the way for Tsade and Lily thru security and everything else to include holding the lift and ensuring that there were only four people in it when the door closed.<br/><br/>There was silence in the lift on the way down. Either those that wished to speak didn’t or there was nothing yet to say. Tsade thought it was a nice ride. Lily stood behind him. His hand behind his back and his fingers playing into the V of her slit during the short ride down.<br/><br/>Tsade actually never turned to look at her. He had her on the tips of two fingers. There was really no need to see her response. This was business and she’d learn what that meant for her as well.<br/><br/>Besides it took his mind off homicidal behavior for the moment. It gave him  time to steel himself for the debauchery that was the hallway to the kitchen and then the dance studio itself. His face unreadable as the door slid open and he stepped out into a puddle. He stood in the middle of the corridor and surveyed the damage.<br/><br/>A thin lake of water rushed towards the emergency exit. There was a stream forced forward by several squeegee wielding firemen. A group of three men in the customary white uniform of Chef’s looked above as a sagging ceiling tile finally gave way and crashed a few feet in front of Tsade.<br/><br/>“No worries sir. Fixed by 2300 tonight,” reported one of the suite behind Lily.<br/><br/>“Any other damage here?” Tsade said calmly in that business tone.<br/><br/>The rattle of papers on a clipboard, “A few miscellaneous kitchen items, broken dishes and such, various light bulbs require replacing and a missing cleaver…”<br/><br/>It was at that time another shower of sparks popped like a fire cracker from one of the florescent bulbs. A fireman reached up to make the adjustment and the cleaver fell from the now dead exit sign and stuck nose first in the tile floor.<br/><br/>“Ah, the cleaver,” One of the suites replied, “Jolly good.<br/><br/>“I think I’ve seen enough here.” Tsade remarked.<br/><br/>He turned back to the lift and gave Lily’s leash a tug expecting her to follow. His hand casually waving in the direction of those peeking out from the kitchen.<br/><br/>“Are they on the clock, Mr Reynolds?” Tsade asked.<br/><br/>“I’ll sort it out at once sir,” said one of the suites and peeled off towards the Kitchen.<br/><br/>Tsade stepped into the open lift expecting Lily to take her place behind him and against the back wall. His hand to his back anticipating her. This was not the time to disappoint him.<br/><br/>“Down please,” Tsade said to the lone suite who stepped into the lift.<br/><br/>“Yes sir,” came the reply as the door slide closed.<br/><br/>“The Chef?” Tsade asked.<br/><br/>“Criminally insane I’m afraid. Quiet mental, sir,” the suite replied.<br/><br/>“Indeed,” Tsade replied in that noncommittal way as the elevator descended.<br/><br/>