Within seconds, two very large and muscular security guards appeared at the door.
Donald, with an expression of half anger and half despair, rose slowly from the table. He picked up his briefcase and, shoulders drooping, started toward the door.
As Donald approached the two guards, Corbet said, “Donald?”
Donald turned and looked hopefully at Corbet. Corbet pointed to the briefcase and said, “Company property, I believe,” Corbet smiled at first and then looked very angry and demanded, “Leave it!”
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