By pure luck he had slid into the cubicle right next to the executive office , where the work was being done . Mr. Jamison slid his lean , lanky body across the carpet , not daring to make a sound . The door was open slightly and Mr. Jamison managed to get his six foot frame through without nudging it . Any sound or movement could mean his capture .

Question: Why was Mr. Jamison in the office ?
Answer: He was up to something .None of the above choices .He worked in the office .He had his own cubicle .