He had on a dark gray suit and a plain blue tie.

He pointed to the leather chair across from his desk.

I sat down and pressed my palms flat on my knees.

Mark shut the door.

He went around to his chair and squared a stack of white printer paper.

He lined the edges up perfectly with his green desk blotter.

“Denise filed her mandatory incident report with the city this past Thursday,” Mark said.

He opened a thick manila folder.