"Mr Renolds, welcome to Richard Roman."
When the employer finished his sentance, Harry got up, and left the room with his Richard Roman Enterprises ID card strung around his neck. He was escorted by a secretary and they both walked into the elevator. Soon, Harry arrived at the top floor, and was escorted to his desk, which was clean and smelt of lemon. He held his box of stuff in his hands, and set them down. He looked up, to see a young girl, about 19 peeking over the other side. She noticed him looking at her, and quickly bopped down back into her seat. Harry peered over to his neighbors desk.
It was like a trash can. Crunched up papers in one pile, PC games stacked on top of one another in the corner. Drawings of Fantasy elf archers and scantily dressed woman warriors pinned up on her reminder board. Harry inspected the girl. "19, Red Hair, Obviously a nerd..." Harry thought. He looked down onto her desk again, to see a pair of thick, black hipster glasses. "DEFINITELY a nerd." Harry thought.
"What are you lookin' at?"
Harry looked over to the girl again, and examined her again. He noticed a red tattoo on her shoulder. She looked at him, putting down her comic book. "Something up?" she asked. "If you like the tattoo, There's more where that came from..." She said, smiling. "Name's Charlie Macdonald." She shook Harry's hand. "You?"
Harry thought for a moment. "Lee..." He said, shaking Charlie's hand. "Lee Renolds." He sat back down in his office, and looked at a newspaper. "Three found dead in Mysterious Murder." Harry had it all planned out. Since he left Virginia, he would find things that went bump in the night. Things what would and could not be explained. Things that even god himself fears.