<strong>Sally</strong>did her best to resist as she was dragged and shoved toward the meeting room. She was much weaker than her aggressor though and there was little she could do. At last, she was shoved down on her knees again and the handcuff was passed behind a bar under the desk before being locked onto her left wrist. She was now forced to remain on the floor, bent down with her hands chained to the table leg.<br/><br/>She thought this was all but suddenly the man grabbed her by her hair to immobilise her head and tied a blindfold around her head. Suddenly, she was in pitch darkness. This added to her feeling of helplessness.<br/><br/>She heard the man walk out of the room, leaving her alone, or so she assumed. He had not closed the door behind him but from the sounds that came to her it seemed they were all surrounding her boss. She felt sorry for her. Gabby knew all the codes and would probably tortured to make her tell them. Sally was glad that she was a mere secretary with no useful knowledge for this gangsters.<br/><br/>Still, the prospect of waiting here without attempting anything while they were dealing with her boss made her feel uneasy. She tried to pull on her cuffs but they had been locked tightly and there was no chance she could slip her hands free. Maybe she could lift the table and at least be able to walk away? But as she explored the table, she realised that there was an horizontal bar close to the bottom of the legs, which prevented her from passing the handcuff chains under it.<br/><br/>She bent lower, until her face came into contact with her hands, and there she lifted her blindfold. Not completely, but just enough so that she could see under its hem. And then she looked around her to see if she could find anything useful, and also see what was happening to Ms Sanchez. She noticed a letter-cutter on the top of the table. Maybe, if she could get it, it could be useful at a later point?<br/><br/>She could not use her hands but she lifted her right leg, trussing her skirt higher on her thighs in the process, until she could get her foot over the table. And there she tried to make the letter-opener glide to the edge and fall. Meanwhile, she was surveying what was happening in the hall, ready to stop her action if anybody came back.