The fat cats shoved in through the double doors behind the Chairman, into an empty room with a single table, filled with opened bottles of wine and platters of pork entrees that looked a lot more substantial than the snacks being served in the semi-elite room they'd just left.
"Private meeting," the slowest fat cat panted, blocking the middle of the doorway with his body, reaching with both hands to close the double doors.
"But we just wanted..." the woman sputtered.
"Yes," the fat cat purred. "So did we."
The door closed and snicked loudly as the cat locked it for good measure.