San Francisco, United States.
The Matthew Davis Cancer Research Foundation was located in an ordinary, three-story office building in a suburb. The building was old, and its gray color looked out of fashion. The sign for the Foundation was not clearly visible, either; many first-time visitors had a hard time finding it.
There was a small parking lot in front of the office building. A few cars of different models and years were parked within the lot, being silently washed by the rain.
"Damn it!"
Eddy Lewis pushed open the car door, gave a nasty look to the gloomy sky, then walked out of the car reluctantly. He covered his head with his briefcase, which he held in one hand, and held a paper cup with coffee in it in his other hand. He hurried into the building against the cold wind and rain.
"Hi, Eddy! You are late!" The receptionist handed over a napkin to him. "Horrible weather, isn't it? Wipe yourself off. Don't catch a cold."
