Dodging through all the foot-traffic, Rachel finally reaches the back. She gazes through the crowd, shakes her head, and says, "That's a disaster waiting to happen." She taps on the door.
Turning away from the window, Joe waves her in and then points towards the phone.
Nodding, she takes a seat on the worn, leather couch.
The office has stood the test of time with its dark wood walls and oak floors. The furnishings, a solid oak desk, high-back chair, and mahogany bookshelves on either side of the windows are nearly as old as the rooms that house them. Even the newer additions, Joe's office chair, and the couch have seen better days. Office furnishings isn't a top priority with the city.
"I understand."... "I sure will."... "Thank you, sir." Placing the phone in the cradle, Joe sighs w
