"Walk this way, please," the woman said, in a clipped accent that sounded as if it could cut him if he got too close to it. She moved swiftly and he had trouble keeping up with her. His new shoes were rubbing, already, and the suit was uncomfortable, the tie around his neck choking him. She stopped suddenly and he almost bumped into her.
"In here," she said. Then she surprised him with a beaming smile, "Good luck!" She then turned on her heals and marched off down the corridor.
He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. There was no answer so, after a moment he knocked again. He put his ear against the door, wondering if he had missed a, "Do come in!" but there was nothing. Taking another deep breath he rapped on the door again and then put his hand on the handle, turned it and pushed the door open. The door swung open with a squeak revealing an empty room.
Well, almost empty.
In the middle of the large white space was a desk and a chair.
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