Eight people sit in a boardroom, waiting for their supervisor to arrive. When he does, he pulls out a gun, shoots one of the employees, and then himself.
“It’s not like Dave to be late,” Kevin remarked, checking his watch.
Kellie sighed and recrossed her legs. She looked at the seven other people sitting around the table. Each dressed impeccably in their best suits, silk ties reflecting light from the overhead florescent light. She was the lone female among them. Masterson, Inc was widely known for its male-dominated society, which was a huge draw for her to work there—prove herself as equal among the boys. She noticed Kevin eying her blouse and stared at him until he noticed and looked away sheepishly.
“I’m giving him another five minutes, then I’m outta here,” Mike said. “I have an important client meeting this afternoon. I should prepare.”
Everyone nodded their agreement, while knowing full well that it was an empty threat. If Dave Masterson told you to be there, you were there. Even if he made you wait all day.
The door opened and Dave Masterson walked in. Kellie did a double-take at Dave’s clothing choice of jeans and a Hawaiian short sleeve shirt. He looked more like he was going on vacation than to a meeting with his divisional presidents.
“Good morning, everyone,” Dave greeted. Instead of taking his seat at the head of the table he stood behind the chair, leaning his forearms against the chair back. His hair was disheveled, his face stubbly. He smiled at all of them, but though his face was in a grin his eyes were cold and dark. “Sorry about being late, but I was up all night with some very disturbing news.”
No one spoke.
“Would you like to know what that disturbing news is?” Dave straightened up and looked them each in the eye. “Now, I don’t know who it is, but someone in this room has been acting as a mole. They took information to Stevenson & Sons, and now I’m basically destroyed. I don’t suppose anyone wants to claim their victory?”
Frightened looks shot throughout the room. The tension in the air was palpable.
“How did you find out about all of this?” Kevin asked.
“Does it matter?” Dave replied coolly. “I have sources. Sources say I’m fucked. So who did it?”
Again, no one spoke.
Dave reached behind him and retrieved a small handgun from the waistband of his pants. “Let me put it this way. No one is leaving this room until the mole has been revealed. If you won’t come forward, then I’m just going to have to pick someone at random.” He pointed the gun at Kevin. “Maybe it’s you.” The gun moved over to the man on Kellie’s left, Stuart. “Or is it you?”
Stuart gulped. “I think it’s Kellie!” he blurted.
“Why?” Dave demanded.
“She’s been acting suspicious!” Stuart cried.
Kellie rolled her eyes. “Dave, I would never–”
“She had a meeting last week,” Kevin offered. “I asked her about it, and she told me it was hush hush.”
“Yeah, cause I didn’t want you trying to steal another of my clients,” Kellie shot back. “You’re the one who always has his nose in everyone’s business.”
“She has a point,” another man agreed. “Kevin is pretty nosy!”
It didn’t take long for the room to descend into chaos. Half the people sided with Kevin, the other with Kellie. Dave listened to the shouts and pleas quietly, alternating between pointing the handgun at Kevin and then at Kellie, depending on which side was shouting the loudest. Finally, he had had enough. “QUIET!” he bellowed. “So, Kevin and Kellie. Everyone seems to think that one of you is the mole.”
Kellie shot a murderous glance at Kevin, but he was watching Dave. Sweat ran down his forehead and he swallowed. “Dave,” he began, “If I may. I followed Kellie one night and saw her meet with Christian Stevenson at a bar. They seemed pretty intimate. I followed them to a hotel afterward.”
“You’re lying!” Kellie yelled. She bolted out of her chair and climbed on top of the table, trying to get to Kevin. She was almost at him when the gun went off. Kellie slumped down on top of the table, blood pooling out underneath her from the wound in her chest.
The room went silent as everyone stared at the body on the table. As one, seven pairs of eyes refocused on Dave to see what would happen next. Without another word, he raised the handgun to his head and pulled the trigger. Blood spattered the wall behind him as his body slumped to the ground. No one got up from the table, too stunned by the last ten minutes to move.
After a minute, Kevin cleared his throat. “So who’s the mole?”