Through the cargo tunnel (Patreon)

I cut through the crowd and went straight to the exhibition's host's rostrum. "He stole my blueprints!!!" I screamed through the microphone, pointing at my corporate rival. "Sssshh..please don't make a scene here, Fishy. Can we just agree that we're doing a 'collaboration' instead?" I didn't answer, and proceeded to apply pressure on his toes with my heel.

"No. Give me ALL the products you created with my blueprints. I designed it, so it's technically my handiwork." "Arg....alright...in-in the cargo...bay..." I smiled as journalists snapped photos. His booth girl cheerfully led me to the supposed cargo bay. "Follow me, Miss Fishy! Sorry for the trouble my boss caused. I promise we will credit you next time." I noticed how dark and narrow the path was, but didn't notice a metal restraining frame at the edge of the darkness.

"Where's all the-ah!" The backstabbing lackey knocked me out with a quick swing of her platform shoe's heels. If there was a working security camera, it could have recorded footage of me being bound to the frame, gagged with a long plastic rod, and relieved of all my belongings (even my glasses). It could've recorded the booth girl hooking my frame to a winch which slowly transported me to the storage warehouse....