The steady sound of the shoes against the marble floor rang through the hall as glass door opened. He stepped into the federal building, the morning sun at his back. Every movement was measured, his briefcase in one hand, his coat hanging over his forearm.

He put his briefcase on the countertop and picked up some random pen. He signed into the book to receive the morning mail. It wasn't necessary but he did it every morning out of a habit.

The clerk behind the desk gave him couple of the envelopes, he grabbed his briefcase and with a quick nod started walking towards the elevator door, ready to start his work.