Public Entrance, Lobby and Elevators

Grimoire didn't have to walk far after taking the tram. He strode up the thirty or so concrete steps to the tall glass edifice which was greeting other employees of Tenik Industrial as well as general members of the public. He checked the time listed on his phone, and sighed with relief to find he was right on time.

He pushed himself through the thick glass revolving door into the grandiose lobby. White and black marble lines the glossy floor, a set of minimalist style double stairs lead up to a second floor was beyond an elegant redwood desk where three beautiful secretaries worked, answering the land lines and typing away upon their typewriters. One was greeting other employees of Tenik Industrial, chatting with one of the Security Guards in blue as Grimoire pushed on, crossing past them to the ground floor's elevators.

He slips into one, and hits '20' on the console. Soon, the all glass container closed, and the platform raised. As it did, Grim turned around, admiring the view outside as he had a view of the city as the lift raised to his desired floor- the Employee's Only Cafeteria.

I have enough time to grab some coffee and perhaps a couple danishes... he thought, his pale face showing a lack of emotion, as it was seven am or so now. As he got to his desire floor he turned away from the lovely expanse that was Galideno City and headed inside.

In the lobby, there were many waiting to be called in for their appointments. A man was reading a book while he waited, the back cover showed a young man who was the books author:



Across from this portrait, was an older man who was grizzled and unkempt, his tired blue eyes glancing into the eyes of the younger man in the photo; the elder thought with some humor, would any realize that young man who wrote that book is standing no more than five feet from them?



The book's title was 'The Demon Hunter's Handbook: Volume 3 'Knowing the Enemy' by Cyrus J. Valor'. It was Cy's third book of many manuals and autobiographies hes written over the years. The elder Valor sighed, shuffling in his seat uncomfortably as the cigar between his lips was smoldering to a stub. He had been waiting patiently for three hours now for this damned appointment. He needed to speak with the President, but he had to meet with the damn Public Relations lackies first.

Politicians, beh. The true demons of humanity. Next to lawyers of course. He thought, smirking slightly. He looked down at his shaking hands, his smirk fading quickly. How long do these hands have left of spilling the blood of darkness? Twenty years? Ten years? Five? He sighed, closing his eyes.

He slowly stands from his seat, his back creaking somewhat, making him wince. "Ehhh..." he moaned, getting the attention of the young man reading the book. Cy turned to him with a narrow gaze and blushed somewhat out of embarrassment. "Listen laddie, ne'er get old." He imparted his 'wisdom' before heading up to the lobby desk.

"Oi," he called out, knocking on the desk. "I've been waitin' here for three damned hours. Its rude to keep an old man waitin'. I've got somethin' serious to discuss and I can't be doin' that dyin' out 'ere!" He exclaimed, his heated temper being held back some, but there were limits one could take.