He sits alone, in his dark suit, shuffling through a pile of papers in front of him. His face is wrinkled and tired, his eyes red and forlorn. Sipping at his coffee he studies a document in front of him; eyes scanning the page. Scratching his head, he runs his hands through his thin hair, not taking his eyes off the sheet. Sipping his coffee again, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He sighs again. The cup of coffee is his medicine, easing him into relaxation. Reaching over to put his phone into his briefcase, suddenly his tranquility comes to an end. His mug crashes down onto the floor, spoiling the white marble flooring and spilling over his shoes.