March 17, 2013
Charles walked up to the skyscraper on his right. A man stood outside the front door and opened it for him. Charles nodded in acknowledgement and was greeted by an open expanse of cream marble. Two black statues accented doors on his left and his right, and a staircase ahead of him led up to what appeared to be the main reception area. A dimly lit piano bar was lied beyond the door to his left, and he made his way into the expanse. Over a dozen professionals mingled quietly. A tip jar atop the grand piano full of bills.