Nancy's stomach growled as she walked with Brenda toward their favorite lunch spot—a burrito joint with dirty floors, old furniture, and cheap, oversized burritos. After a long morning analyzing spreadsheets, reading reports, and engaging in heated discussions that lasted well into the lunch hour, Nancy was tired, hungry, and in need of food...quickly.
She didn't want to think about the bad news the spreadsheets revealed. She didn't want to worry about the reports anymore. And she didn't want to talk to one more person about the future of her company. All she wanted to do was eat. Yet instead of turning left into the burrito joint, she grabbed Brenda's arm and whispered, "Keep walking." Her intuition was stronger than her hunger, and it told her that the man with the mustache in the blue suit was following them.
"What's the matter?" Brenda asked, as Nancy began to jog instead of walk.
Nancy pointed and nodded toward the man following them.
"Again," Brenda said.
"Yes, again. Come on. Let's lose him," Nancy said as she grabbed Brenda's arm and they ran down the street. Moments later, they came to an intersection, turned left, made a quick right, and then took the next left, zigzagging their way through downtown, hoping to lose their pursuer.
The first time Nancy realized that someone was following her, a few months ago, it terrified her. She'd called her husband, a retired police officer, in a panic, only to learn at her board meeting later that day that it was probably ...