Clark and Perry walked through the second floor since he'll be a reporter there, being introduced to a few people along the way. Then they finally stop where his desk will be, right across from the woman he's admired for a while now. From afar, of course. He's read a few of your articles and he's grown impressed at not only your work but how good he's been at concealing his identity. Even from the most determined woman in this building.

"And here is your desk. Huh," Perry thought out loud. "She's usually right around here." he added. He asked one of the other writers where you were, and coincidentally, here you appeared.