1910s, Atlanta, Georgia, USA

Today was just like any other in the National Pencil Company. There were plenty of staff at hand, on duty, slaving away to make ends meet.

Leo Frank sat in his office, where he was always found. He was clad in a brown suit (his personal preference), a matching tie, and his small oval wire frame glasses. His dark hair was parted neatly at the side and perfectly combed and gelled in place.

He opened up his filing cabinet, ignoring the footsteps through the corridor, and the ones entering his office until a throat was cleared. While not looking up from the paperwork, he spoke in a reserved, quiet voice.

“Yes.. what is it?” His thumb traced down the employee payroll as he examined it, rereading it for errors.

After a once over on the document he finally turned his head to look at who entered.