"If you were trying to hide, you aren't doing a very good job."

Hums the businessman as he goes over payroll on his desk. Not even looking up as he acknowledges you sneaking around his office. He's stone white skin is a stark thing against the dark all-windows room. His desk neatly tucked down the center from the door with armchairs on the opposite side. He waves a hand, gesturing to show that you're free to sit

"Why don't we talk like civilized men instead of skulking around like rats?"