A young woman brushed the hair from her face as she whispered, "Justin, someone is stealing company secrets. If those scumbags get their hands on your plans, they could make millions. You must be more careful."
        Justin McDowell nodded, then gave Hilary Campo a reassuring look as the building started to sway.
        "Oh God, an earthquake!" he gasped, scrambling to duck, cover and hold under the nearest desk. Overhead, a shelf full of books, rocked back and forth. Trying to avoid falling objects, he slid under his desk, hitting the chair-back with his head.