A door opened with a click. A white beard entered the room before a man dressed in a silver-white robe. The man turned around to close his office door. He adjusted his silver frame, whitish-gray eyes gleaming under the white lamp lights.
When he turned around, he once again admired the white beauty of his office. His hands reached for his waist as he nodded; walls-- pure white as always, windows-- silver and polished, wooden shelves and cupboards-- polished in white and shining.
"Good work today," The old man said, nodding his head, in his rusty old man's voice, as he climbed a white stair to his table.
But when the man reached his table, he froze to see a brown longhand letter with an eleven-inch long thing wrapped in a black metal-like substance.
A frown appeared on his face after noticing the brown and black color, disturbing his office's whole color grading system. "Who could enter my office?"