For leather seats - enclosed by a glass wall spacious meeting room with a long table in dark wood, and at least twenty such as chairs on the sides. Behind them the window in the wall, from which the panorama of Seattle to the Bay. Kind of amazing, and I froze for a moment, fascinated. Great! Sitting on a chair, pulled out a question and to view them again, mentally cursing Kate, because she did not give me at least a brief biography of Mr. Gray. I did not know anything about a man who was going to interview. He can equally well be thirty and ninety. Uncertainty terribly annoying, and the excitement I start to fidget in his chair. I never liked to interview face to face. Where better anonymity press conferences, where you can sit quietly in the back row. If you absolutely honest, I prefer to curl up in a chair and reading to delve into classic British novel, not sit, exhausted from the excitement in huge halls transparent. I mentally roll my eyes. Pull yourself together, Steele. Judging by the sterile cleanliness and modern buildings, Mr. Gray should be fortysomething: taut, tanned and blond - to match their employees. Another elegant, flawlessly dressed blond comes out of a large door on the right. I wonder if they're all like this? Just like in Stepford. Taking a deep breath, I get up. - Miss Steele? - Asks the last blonde. - Yes - I have a husky and clear my throat. - Yes. - Now get a little confidence.