Taller than the metal filing cabinet with one drawer open that she stands at
the sleek brunette in her blue sheath with white lapels, hair in a tight bun, lips a vivid red,
half turns toward a man faced away from her and seated at a wooden desk beside a window
with a blind half up. Unaware, he reads a document held in both hands. To his left, night's solid dark
just visible through the window's bottom pane, beyond the building's blonde masonry.