With merriment I ran around in circles dancing with the paper. Laughing joyously the coordinates to the next clue were in my hands. To the office! I commanded my self. I approach my mahogany gateway to then opened to a persian rug, cherry wood floor with at the tip of the carpet, a midnight colored desk with swirls carved into the wood. Another fire place to my right cracks and sparks peacefully.
To the left my grandfather clock ticks quietly matching the rhythm of the fire.
My desk is different than most. Instead of engraved plated name tags, staplers, or pictures of my kin. I simply, have a chemistry lab and a few notebook papers and pencils.
Something to give a little excitement to the case.