Just walking in probably would get you shot up here in Towerland too. Or, at the very least, one would get impaled with a rather fancy sword.
Pierce was in the middle of reviewing next week's training schedule for the new interns. The opening session last week had been run by Nate, since Pierce was busy attending to his niece in a coma, but the CEO was rather pleased that Nate had put the fear of God in the newbies. It brought him joy.
But then The Allfather heard the knock at the door and he frowned slightly, whipping his glasses off and setting the stack of papers down. Was he due for company? A quick check of the Blackberry calendar confirmed that this was an hour free of any meetings - he scheduled them at all hours of the day, seven days a week, so it wasn't odd for him to be working when most people weren't. Therefore, the question remained - who the hell was that?
Cracking his knuckles, he headed to the door and pulled it open, looking expectantly at the visitors on the other side. ...the fuck?