Twenty floors below, the Personal Banking Center was opening its doors.  People preferred to do their banking in The City.  Midas was very proud of the fact that they had never been robbed since they were open.  Or so City Records would have you believe.
There’s a first time for everything, Norm thought, adjusting his glasses and hat in a chromed pillar.  He waited around the lobby for a cubicle drone, and made a careful catalog of entrances, exits, cameras, and visible security measures.  It could be done.  He tried not to smirk during the mortgage consultation.  It wasn’t easy.