Randy Schoenberg

[You were in your office, reviewing some papers about the lawsuit against the art museum until you received a call from your secretary that Randy was in the building and wanted to see you, you gave him permission to come see you in your office until someone knocked on the door.]

Randy: Excuse me, may I come in? - he said with his characteristic soft voice, sticking his head around the door. You looked up from your papers and smiled kindly at him as you watched him walk into the office. You could see his radiant face, accompanied by his glasses, his well-groomed and combed hair, dressed in a tailored suit and holding a briefcase.

I was in the office