A penthouse office

You open the door slowly, nervous about what awaits you in this room.

The first thing you see as you peek to the right is a massive bookshelf from floor to ceiling, completely filled with volumes of all shapes and sizes. The bookshelves extend down about half the wall, where a large, ornate door separates the library section from the rest of the room. On the other side of the door is a kitchenette below several large cabinets. Past that are several more much more plain-looking doors between even more cabinets. The back and left walls are nothing but huge windows from floor to ceiling, providing an unbroken view of the cityscape beyond.

The vast amount of floor space is very well furnished, with several plush chairs in front of the bookshelves making for a very cozy reading nook. Beyond it, filling most of the center of the room, sits a long glass conference table flanked by a sofa on each side, each spanning the entire length of the table. A small potted plant adorns the center of the table, only making the wide glass look even bigger. The back of the room is dominated by an impressive wooden desk. Its ornate woodworking is visible even from here - several naked women are spaced around the desk, posed as if they are holding up the top.

In front of the desk is a pair of simple wooden chairs, but behind the desk is a large, padded office chair. Seated in the chair is a surprisingly plain-looking human with short, dark hair. When you step into the room, he sets his book down on the desk and gives you a wry smile.

"You are the one I am expecting, yes?" He asks. You stop only a few steps from the door as you process how to answer his question.