Primrose Bin Bags.

The card wouldn't scan. Amy swiped it a second time holding her breath. The door unlocked with the panel flashing green. She exhaled audibly. Exiting the main lab she stepped into the long narrow grey corridor. She clutched the small folded paper tightly in her right palm. This piece of paper could be worth millions.

She walked quickly without attracting attention. Her long coat made her anonymous in a sea of white linen coats on the fourth floor. Her long blonde hair made her stand out though. That was why she wore the short black bob-length wig. She had to get out. It was time. Time to make a break. Time to change her life for the better.

Amy had just been passed over for promotion. For the third time in eighteen months. The company was fast becoming a 'boys club' and she was now definitely in the minority. The new CEO was a sexist, ignorant pig. He hired fellow alumni graduates and sons of his golfing and country club buddies. The company was flying high after it's recent launch on the stock market. Amy had a solid clutch of shares but their value would pale in insignificance to what she now held.

She reached the bank of silver plated elevators and swiped her card. She pressed the down button and then alarms sounded everywhere. Lockdown.

It was time for Plan B. She sent a simple text message stating the word B.

The new CEO had introduced two years ago extreme levels of security and paranoia. People were being watched even when they weren't aware of it.

But Amy knew where the motion sensors and cameras were in their lab and on her floor. She knew where the blind-spots were too. She knew that various of computer spyware were installed on every laptop and personal computer. She didn't panic once the sirens started buzzing loudly. Security guards began appearing out of nowhere as if activated for the first time from some underground hole.

Amy calmly walked toward the ladies bathroom, avoiding everyone's gaze. She kept close to the wall and kept her head down. She draped her spare keycard in tinfoil and dropped it into a janitor's wheelie bin and moved on. Knowing the security personnel would track the chip on everyone's keycard was key to making this work. People were now milling about and getting stopped in the hallway by burly black suited ex-army types.

She made it to the bathroom undetected. Slipping off her coat, wig and dropping them to the floor, she quickly splashed two hand cupfuls of cold water on her face. The loose water fell to the floor. She used her shoes to spread the water around. Wiping away the residue on her face, she took one glance at herself in the mirror.

"You can do this!"

Having jarred open the window a smidge one hour earlier, she had enough space. Folding the slip of white paper over on itself twice, she crossed her fingers and forced it out. It flew out landing approximately twenty feet from the front door on the south side - into a batch of primroses. How appropriate, she thought.

The entire formula was based on the synthetic version of primroses. Amy had, over the last three days, copied it down piece by piece and written it in old-style pen ink. The smelly bin bag industry wars would go into overdrive with the news. People would now kill for this information.

Now came the hard physical part.

She inhaled deeply and braced herself.

Amy ran headfirst into the waist high ceramic sinks.

Falling backward with the force of impact, she hit the tiles hard. Still barely conscious, she heard the door burst open a few seconds later.

"Ma'am - are you okay?"

"I'm not sure - some bitch just thumped me. She was looking for some formula. I hit my head there off the sink as I fell. She took off that wig and coat before she left. Bitch took my badge too."

"Don't worry Ma'am. We'll get you some medical attention. That's bleeding, but you look okay. Control - this is Johnson here in the ladies bathroom on the north corner of level four - we have an escaped assailant who may be our perp. She was seen entering the bathroom wearing a black wig and white coat yet exited wearing - eh Ma'am? What was she wearing?"

"I saw orange trainers. She was quite tall too - about six feet, maybe 150 pounds. Brunette."

"Did you hear that Control - perp assaulted Head Lab Tech Amy Masters. We need an ambulance ASAP for Ms. Masters. The formula is not here - repeat not here!"

"Roger that Johnson - bring Ms. Masters to the south lobby. An ambulance has been called for her. Escort her down - she will be the only one out during Lockdown at this point."

Security guard Johnson helped Amy down to the lobby, holding her up at one point. Amy feigned injury well enough to fool him. Once outside in the ambulance, Amy was only feet away from her prize.

Close enough to smell the primroses.

"You want me to get that?" asked the smiling paramedic.

"Yes honey - go get our fortune."