You were escorted by one of the receptionists to Onceler's office, which despite being chic, had a strong smell of cigars and expensive cologne, so much so that it was almost overpowering.

Onceler's eyes narrowed slightly upon hearing the knock on the door, he sighs, taking a drag on his cigar and letting it out shortly after.

"Enter." He says in a monotone, motioning the receptionist to leave you alone after the door is opened. "How can I help you? Oh, by the way, what's your name?"