The east door

You open the door and see a hallway leading to an identical door about ten feet down. It's decked out in the same decor as the office, brown rug, cork ceiling and stone walls with the same sickly gray-green slick rock. You take a few steps down the hallway and hear the door slam shut. You turn and notice there is no knob or buzzer button. Then you pull your cell out and check, unsurprisingly there's no signal. Goosebumps rise on your arms and you feel utterly creeped out but with ****, you walk to the other door and hit the buzzer. You hear the telltale clink noise from the door as it slowly opens a bit and light floods into the dingy hall. You push it open and walk inside.

The room looks like an office/storage room. Wooden shelves line the walls, some with boxes stacked on them, others with binders and folders. There is a metal white and silver desk on the far side of the room with about fifteen feet between it and the shelves on the far wall. There's at least ten feet in front of it before reaching the shelves on that wall. There is a lone green folding chair sitting in the corner right in front of you and an old office chair pushed against the desk. At least they have a thin cushion on the folding chair this time, you think.

Your thoughts are interrupted as a man enters the room from the door behind you. He offers a quick hi as he walks past you to set a briefcase and medium sized suitcase on the desk top. He pulls a digital camera from the suitcase and start messing with it. He appears to be a tall, white guy in his forties with a short salt and pepper haircut. He's wearing light gray suit slacks, a button up blue dress shirt, black shiny dress shoes and a dark brown leather looking belt. Then you notice a badge clipped to it and what looks like an ID card hanging from a lanyard around his neck.

"Are you a cop?" You ask.

The man laughs, "No sweetie, that's a prop for the shoot if we get that far. My name's Brett."

You smile, "I'm Simone."

He gestures towards the green chair. "Have a seat and we can go over business, sweetheart."

You decide to. . .