You walk with quick steps to the office you need, showing your presence with heavy steps. Your fingers touch the door handle, you open a heavy, wooden door. Henry was leisurely sorting through a folder with documents, examining among the black inscriptions those sheets that he needed. You look around the office, seeing a man with white hair. He notices you.

• Why without knocking? How uncivilized, but you're lucky that I'm in a good mood today.