kirkeby turns away from the elevator, and grinning smugly, falls in beside bud.
bud, at his desk, is on the phone.
it's a swinging party, all right. nobody is working. several desks have been cleared and pushed together, and on top of this improvised stage four female employees and mr. dobisch, with his pants-legs rolled up, are doing a rockette kick routine to the tune of jingle bells. employees are ringed around the performers, some drinking out of paper cups, others singing and clapping in rhythm.
the party has picked up tempo. on top of the desks, sylvia is doing a mock strip tease -- without taking any clothes off. there is hollering, drinking and clapping all around her.
bud is coming from the elevators toward his office. he is wearing his chesterfield, bowler, and a pair of dark glasses. he opens the office door, starts in.
kirkeby and dobisch are just stepping out of an elevator when bud approaches. they grin smugly when they see that he is wearing dark glasses.