Bathed in its chemical light, the office Charlie surveyed looked very much like any other office -- with one difference: there were absolutely no personal effects on display. No picture frames decorated the desk; no diplomas or awards decorated the walls; no special drapes or rugs or posters adorned the usual places. The desk, the sliding cabinets, the chair, and the guest chairs were all company-issued. The only personalized items were the pen cup and the stapler sitting between the large set of two flat-screen monitors on the desk (one on and one off). And these two items could have been from any office store shelf; they were black with no particular design element to make them stand out. They simply... were.
In short, Elias' office was large enough to belong to mid or upper management, equipped for programming and team management, and absolutely devoid of any distractions. It looked to be efficient, and the layout of the furniture and devices were optimized for working, but nothing of Elias' personality was embedded here.
"My name is Elias Sandoa," he said, extending his hand. "And I am the newest resident on the second floor. The only resident, in point of fact. I've never met you here before; this isn't your usual assignment, is it?"