The office

You tell your driver to head to the company's main office. After a short drive into downtown, you come to an impressively tall building, stark and black. You look up at the 50th-60th floors, those your company occupies. The windows are tinted so no one can see the gay porn films being produced inside. If the windows were clear, the city would be treated to dozens of dicks, holes on camera, some haggard office workers, and a hand up an ass. But there was still a bit of modesty in the world. You chuckled at the irony. The doorman opens the way for you, and you enter the lobby. After an elevator ride, you arrived at the floor with your office, the 60th. Below you were other offices, some break rooms, and the porn studios. As you walk down the hall way, your employees nod their heads with respect. At the end, your assistant Danny is seated at a desk outside your office. He looks up from his phone and snaps to attention.

"Oh hey boss. Havin' a fantastic mornin'?" he said. Danny was small blonde man, with an indistinguishable flamboyantly gay or country southern accent. He was trim and handsome, chipper and attentive, the perfect assistant.

"Just fine." You say. You start to walk past Danny into your office.