Looking to sign a contract

[lucent]

Meandering through the parking lot outside of the rather large tower, is someone dressed in what would seem to be a crude wrestling attire. Only one elbow pad, two worn wristbands, loose fitting pants with simple designs scrawled over them (Not even a name on them), and topped off with a yellow strip of cloth tied about his head. Pulling out a crumpled up flyer from a pocket in his pants, he'd hold it up to the tower.

Mmm...seems to be the place right enough.

So lowering his head, he'd trudge through the rest of the parking lot, and step into the tower itself. While his eyes adjust to the lighting inside he looks for a stairwell. Spotting it not too far off, he'd walk up the stairs, checking every floor to see where if the main offices are there.

When finding the correct floor, this person walks into the first door, which seems to be a lobby to him. Slouching against the wall, he'll wait until someone shows up to ask for further instruction. Though while waiting he looks at the crumpled up flyer again.

[Casey Angel]

The elevator dings as it reaches the top floor of the Angel's Tower. The doors opened and out stepped Casey Angel with a stack of folders in her arms. She went straight for her office. She held the folders and one arm with a knee up for support as she dug in her rather large purse for her keys with the other hand. Upon finding them, she unlocks her door and walks inside, it closing behind her with a loud thud. She placed the folders on her desk, then sat down and relaxed in her chair, glad to be rid of the heavy load. She titled her head back in the chair, looking up at the ceiling. She could go to sleep right now, but her silence is interrupted when....

[lucent]

Lucent, leaning against a wall, had watched as the woman walked into her office carrying her load of folders. As the door to the office closed Lucent pushed off of the wall, placed his flyer into his pocket, and walked meaningfully over to the door.

Drawing in a breath, he raps on the door waiting for a response from the other side.

[Casey Angel]

Unwillingly, she lifts her head up and stares at the door. The knock is heard again. She lets out a long, drawn out, depressive sigh as she presses the intercom button on her desk.

This is Casey Angel. May I help you?

[lucent]

Slightly shocked at hearing the voice as if were right beside him, he turned his head to see the speaker at which the voice came from.

Ah...I see.

Pressing the button on his side of the door he replies.

I'm looking to sign a contract, if this isn't a good time I could try again later.

[Casey Angel]

She pushes a button on her desk, unlocking the door by doing so.

You may come in and sit down.