Story Premise #10: Work Party

 

We all got emails about the post work happy hour.  It didn't seem optional.  I showed up exactly on time.  In first, out first was my thinking.  The spread was better than our normal fare.  I grabbed two deviled eggs and a glass of Pinot Grigio and took a seat. We all waited for BossMan to show up.  Suddenly the room went dark.  The presenter screen blinked on.  Bossman's face filled the screen.  Behind him stood a man with a pistol aimed at Bossman's head.  

I have to hand it to Bossman.  He hardly seemed phased.  "Hey Everyone. Thanks for coming on such short notice.  Everything's AOK.  This gentleman here---"

"Shut your mouth," groused the gunman, rapping the side of the pistol against Bossman's skull.  You're not in charge here.  We're giving all of you 2 hours to come up with the name of the idiot who sold company secrets to our competitors.  I don't think I have to tell you what's going to happen to your boss if we don't get a name by 8 pm.  Enjoy the buffet." 

The lights went on and everyone looked around.  No one spoke.  Munching on our tapas in silence, we all seemed to be weighing our options.