"Not at all. This way," he said, leading Varner down the hall and around the corner towards his office.
Michel's office was in the back of the theater, across from the stage door. It was large, with high walls decorated with framed posters advertising the plays done over the years and a Persian rug covering the floor. There were large windows covering most of the wall behind the dark, wood desk opposite the door. A fire place sat in the the wall to the right, near the door, and two plush chairs with a small table between them sat in front of it.
He gestured for Varner to sit on one of the chairs while he walked to the table behind his desk and poured two glasses of water from the pitcher he always had filled.
He handed one to Varner and sat in the other chair. He thought about asking after his condition, but did not know if such a question would be considered too invasive for the man. These Germans were so formal, so closed off, he did not understand them.