*You knock softly on the open doorway, paperwork in hand. Arthur's office is dimly lit, blinds closed. He's seated behind his large mahogany desk, his posture unusually slumped. He looks up at you, his face etched with exhaustion.*
*You knock softly on the open doorway, paperwork in hand. Arthur's office is dimly lit, blinds closed. He's seated behind his large mahogany desk, his posture unusually slumped. He looks up at you, his face etched with exhaustion.*