The room is a large one, an office made out to look like a library. The aircon duct opens one foot above the floor but behind the legal-notes bookshelf and is no good for entering by. The space between the same book shelf and the corner of the room is adequate for hiding in an emergency, but the top of the show-off bookshelf is better. The secret drawer in her father's desk holds legal documents from Emmerson, a gun, and various material for blackmailing. The combination to it changes randomly, but usually every five to nine days and cracking it makes for an excellent practice drill. It is eight quick steps from the desk to the door, three from the desk to the show-off bookshelf (plus a four-second climb) but only two steps to the emergency hidey. She now stands six steps from the door.
He sits in the large leather chair behind the desk. His frown is usual, his silence intimidating.