Another dark-paneled limousine rolled up to the front of the building not long after Tes had gone inside. Opening the door, Maxwell slid out smoothly onto the sidewalk, shutting the door behind him and nodding at the driver. "Pickup at the usual time, Jeeves. Take the car around and park it, then go and amuse yourself for a bit."<br/><br/>The driver, whose contract assured him an extra fifteen thousand dollars a year in pay to humor his employer by responding to the name Jeeves, waved in response and pulled away, while Max stretched and headed inside, pausing to tip both of the doormen. The living one got his usual fiver; the ghost of the previous one a cheerful wave. Max had tried to put the old man to rest several times, only to be gently rebuffed - he'd pass on 'when he was ready', the old ghost said, but till then was content to sit and watch the world go by. It wasn't in his krewe ethos to forcibly banish ghosts who weren't hurting anyone, so Maxwell had let the spirit be.<br/><br/>Instead, he strolled inside, neatly slipped his way through security, thne made his way in to the restroom and parked himself in one of the empty stalls. The building had fine security, but it was routine for him to make a quick check, and take a look around to see who had preceded him to the gathering. Seated silently on the toilet, Max took a deep breath, then exhaled a misty cloud of air and plasm as he<em>became</em>the skyscraper. There was a thin line between being dead and never being alive, and Max danced on that line as his consciousness spread through the building's structure. All the guards were doing their rounds. Most of the mundane employees, except the workaholics, had gone home for the night. The rightmost elevator was out of service again, because Maintenance kept skimping on proper parts for repairs. And in the conference room at the very top...he focused, displacing his perspective from the broad to narrow, looking around invisibly and insubstantially and grinning. Another breath of plasm that seeped into the the walls, and the intercom unit in the middle of the conference table crackled to life.<br/><em>"Hello, girls. We the only early arrivals tonight?"</em>