Daemon and Ryan were in the latter's office at Furors Energy. The sunlight was streaming in through the windows, shining the light from overhead to brighten up the place. They were at the side of the office that seemed to have been reconverted.
The space there had been for relaxation or a more comfortable reception area for guests. Now the soft couches and sofas had gained new additions making the area less welcoming, and for most, more intimidating.
Not counting the scattered papers on the table and everything else that had been added to bring convenience to the two occupying that space, there was in fact only one factor that took away the purposeful softness of the relaxation space.