Yuusaku peeked his head out from his office. He looked left and then right. Noticing that the secretaries hired to keep him working were gone, he turned on a tape recorder and slipped from his office.
From the tape, sounds of industrious typing played with believable stretches of silence. As a master of mystery, Yuusaku was well aware of how to manipulate his readers, or in this case, his secretaries.
He took the fire stairs and exited the building. He hopped on the bus as it came to the bus stop, not caring where it went. From there he called his wife, "Yukiko, I've gotten out. Can you meet me at the park in fifteen minutes?"
"Oh! That's great to hear you got away. Fifteen minutes? I can do it in ten if you really need me to," Yukiko said.
"Fifteen is fine. I don't want to pay for another speeding ticket."
"Hph!" she said indignantly.
He pacified her and told her to pack the number three travel kit for both of them.
Right on time, Yukiko pulled up to the park in her car. Yuusaku jumped into the passenger seat and gave his wife a cocky grin, "How does a three day cruise in the Bahamas sound?"
Yukiko squealed with delight and drove away from the park, "So that's why you wanted the travel kits for a tropical vacation. And your editors will never suspect that we would take a cruise."
"Ah," he said, shaking his head, "But this will only work once. But that's the fun. Future escapes will have to be different." He looked at his watch and smiled, "Right about now they will have discovered that I'm not there."
Back in the office, chaos ruled as the secretaries ran around trying to find the absent writer and how long he had been gone. Not one of them was looking forward to informing the editors that the mystery writer was truant.