Message From Beyond

KADEN

The offices of Mooka, James, and Kent were situated in a high rise a couple of blocks away from Marx Inc. The firm had been handling my dad’s legal affairs for decades now, so it wasn’t the first time I was there.

It didn’t make their offices any less impressive, though. They had expansive views, and the floors were covered in thick, plush carpeting my feet sank into on my way to Mr. Kent’s office. The walls were paneled in dark wood, and the air smelled like expensive coffee and pricey perfume, cologne, and soap.

There were hundreds of people who worked in their offices, yet the soundproofing of each glass box effectively rendered the floors they occupied almost totally silent. All I could hear were low murmurs from somewhere and the floor receptionist directing someone to the office they were looking for.

Mr. Kent’s office wasn’t the biggest in the building, but I was pretty sure it held more books than a library. His walls were lined with shelves upon shelves of brown leather