“After hours work can be a dangerous thing.” Elizabeta was busy working at her desk, late as usual. She found she got so much more done when everyone else had gone home and she had the building to herself. She could take her jacker off, relax a bit. No more interruptions! Peace and quiet! Not another soul in the building… or was there? What was that noise? Security had said she was the last in, and Jim wouldn’t be doing…