The Papers in triplicate...

I found a short cut through the halls of the office it was behind the third compartment of the cabinet hiding away in the corner of a forgotten office in the 3rd floor. It reaches around the building and comes out on the far end of the rows of cubicles where the paralegals sit. I tried to stomp down the rush of excitement that over came me when i saw the piece of paper that was drifting through the office. I was a G28 form for H1-B visa transfers and it was yet to be signed by the main honcho. at first the paper was well hidden amongst the high walls of the upstairs office, but the whisk of wind from the vents a few meter to the right made it flutter gently and unmasked its identity. I grabbed it quickly and ran towards the restroom located around the ninty degree turn i was about to make on the red velvet carpeted floor. A cherry door swung open before i could take the G28 transfer form in to the relative safety of the mens restroom, I was trapped. I stood still behind the door as the blinds on galss panel on the door from the inside masked my identity. sweat formed on my brow as i stood frozen behind this contraption. Then as i was moving my hand gently towards my head, i heard muffled footsteps, ones that could have only been made by the contact of an Italian leather shoe and this passion red carpet. And there was only one person who wore Italian leather shoes...Jhon D. Limestone!!!