Randy bends and looks too. It’s one of these high-tech conference tables with embedded power and communications lines, so that visitors can plug in their laptops without having to string unsightly cables around and fight over power outlets. The slab must be riddled with conduits. No visible wires connect it to the world. The connections must run down hollow legs and into a hollow floor. John grins, turns to Li, and shakes his head. "Normally I’d say fine," he says, "but for a client with your level of security needs, this is not an acceptable place to exchange keys."