When the workday was over, Tim and P.L. went down to the parking garage.
"Wow, nice car, P.L.," Tim said, looking at her Mercedes.
"Thanks." She paused for a moment. "Oh no."
"What? What is it?"
"I forgot my purse. It must still be back in my office. I can't drive my car without my keys."
"Don't worry. You stay here. I'll go back and get it."
"Could you?"
"I'll be right back," Tim said, before dashing back to the elevator, to take him back up to the 55th floor.
P.L. was left alone, standing next her car.
