Under New Management
You sit in a garish room not at all like the office building you've been working in. You ret upon a grandiose chair, a throne, if you will. It looks more like a palace than an office.
You relax with your feet upon your desk, leaning back, while listening to angry heavy metal, filing your spade-sharp nails. It's profoundly serene and soothing. You've found your own personal zen.
There is a knock at the door.
"Vellkommen, Bienvenue, Come on in..." you await your visitor.