His office was huge. It opened up into a living room area complete with black leather furniture beset by mahogany tables. On the right was a massive floor-to-ceiling stone fire place with a two-foot mantle jutting from its core, proudly displaying framed photos and important sundry items. Dominating the space above the mantle was a large round seal, like you’d see behind a judge in a courtroom. Inside the circle was a scene that looked biblical, like Moses parting the Red Sea, sending the pharaoh’s horseman to their watery doom. Outside the picture read the words “Rebellion to Tyrants is Obedience to God” written around the circle. Next to the fireplace was a fully stocked bar made of the same mahogany as the tables. Opposite the bar were three ornate bookcases overflowing with thick, musty hardbacks, some with the deteriorated and well-worn majesty of books that had seen at least the turn of the century. Diaphanous crimson curtains allowed in only strands of the dying sunlight, casting a hazy glow throughout the room.
