Before going back to his office, Henry ordered his chauffeur to stop at his father's old lawyer's offices. He whined as it was a long drive to the heart of downtown in New York City and that he would have to get the car cleaned immediately after. Henry waved his concerns off, miffed his driver was complaining about these things. He was paying for the car to be cleaned not the driver who was just going to have to drive through a car wash.
People bustled around him as the chauffeur opened the door for Henry to get out. Henry stuck out like a sore thumb as all the folks around him were in smart business suits and he was dressed casually. He could feel their stares boring into him as he strode up the stairs.
The young receptionist was chewing on a pen when she looked up with surprise, "You?"
