Mahogany. That's what I think it is called. You know. That rich wood important people have. Anyway, that's what greets me upon arriving: a huge mahogany door.
I don't know whether to knock on it or simply wait in the hallway. I don't know what I am to him. I don't– but, interrupting my thoughts, the door swings open. Wide. Inside is only darkness, however, and it scares me. Who opened the door?
I tentatively walk closer, pulling down the short skirt I was instructed to wear by official.
As I get nearer, I see a single candle lit by a pristine leather couch on which sits a man with his feet up. His eyes are piercing. His hair looks cool as fuck. He's wearing an expensive suit. I can tell that even from here. Hmmm…
I almost tiptoe to the door in response to seeing this mysterious figure in such a relaxed position. I take a deep breath and knock on the door frame.
"Come in. That's why the door's open. Come the fuck in." The man says, gruffly, not moving an inch.
"I– I'm sorry. I didn't know. I.." I stammer.