At the front of the room, he moves quickly behind his own desk, sets down his 
briefcase, and removes his pocket secretary bound in dark red synthleather. With 
that in hand, he steps through the connecting door leading into Ohara- san ’s
office, the "inner" office. An expansive wall of windows arcs gently around to
the rear of the imposing onyx desk situated on a low dais. Enoshi pauses to 
exchange brief bows with the man from personnel, then also shakes hands.