Rett
The inner office in my home soothed my senses like no other place could. There was the craftsmanship of the trim and paneling, the stately elegance of the furniture, as well as the lingering scent of expensive cigars and colorful spines of books filling shelf after shelf made of dark cherry. All of the elements added to the ambience.
This suite of offices had been constructed generations ago with the intention of both privacy and safety. While this inner room was without windows, it wasn’t without character. The ceilings were fourteen feet high. The walls were twelve inches thick with two inches of metal welded into the center. Those within could weather a category-five hurricane or an attempted coup.
To enter the inner office required passing through two other rooms. The door from the outside was camouflaged. The concept of hidden rooms and passageways was popular when this mansion was commissioned. Every entrance was also reinforced.