You nervously shuffled into the little stuffy room, supposedly an office. It was homey and painted beige. There he sat at the desk, looking at some papers. He seemed busy, but you knew what you needed to do. You sat at the other chair that faced toward him. You couldn't help but look at the newly polished nameplate that simply stated that his name was "Steve Raglan". You sat in silence, waiting for him to speak. "..." He shuffled the papers, and cleared his throat but he did not notice you.