If he wasn't staring at clouds out the window, it was just the gray dreary world out beyond, and if the natural clouds were absent, then the ugly black smoke from the nearby smokestacks of the adjoining factory filled the view of the window instead. His office was very high up on the towering monolith corporate tower, and there was almost never anything worth looking at. Suzuki was not often in the habit of doing this. The fourth and final wall also had filing cabinets, but these were only half height to allow the office's inhabitant to look out the windows to the outside world. It felt all the smaller because it was filled with filing cabinets along all three walls reaching up nearly to the ceiling. The office that belonged to Suzuki Satoru was small. AN: As always please leave your reviews good, bad, and strange.
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