Dzinski shut the elevator door and waited as it clicked and climbed. On the top, a couple stood in the hall, arguing. He picked up a bit of their conversation, and then shouldered past them.
“Excuse me,” a nasal, high-pitched voice said. “Excuse me.”
He turned and was surprised to see the man coming after him.
“This is a private floor,” he said. “No solicitors.”
Dzinski said he was expected, and was already a few minutes late. The man snarled, asking what his business was, trying to insinuate something.
Dzinski ignored him and continued down the hall to the penthouse.
Prompt courtesy of the Friday Fictioneers. Read more stories here.
A Bunch of Dumb Words in a Row 
Dear Craig,
Now you have me wondering what Dzinski is doing there. Good set up.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle.
Flows beautifully. Enjoyed as usual.
Appreciate the comment, as usual.
Intriguing …
Nicely written
Thanks.
Great hook! Inquiring minds want to know… Who? What? and Why?? :)
Thanks. I’ll hopefully come up with something to answer those questions..
This flows so well and feels like a piece pulled from a much larger story.
janet
Thank you Janet. There might be more..
Ready to hear more about what is happening in the Penthouse!
Hopefully the picture next week leads somewhre, hahaha, thanks for reading.
Interesting! :-)
Glad to hear it. Wasn’t sure if there was enough in it, really.
Now I am curious… What was he doing there… Well written
I admit, I’m a bit curious myself. Thanks.
Well done and a great hook for a longer story answering what his mission is. He seems very sure of himself.
His certainty in himself usually depends on how many drinks he’s had. hahah. thanks for stopping by.
I wonder if this Dzinski is a hit man or woman. Or maybe a Fuller Brush salesman. Oh well, well written story and I am curious too. Thanks, Nan :)
He’s a bit of a recurring character, supposed to be a detective. Thanks for reading.
Ah. this could be a sinister errand or the couple could be the villains.. my mind is doing a trip…
amazing. thanks for the read.