Paper shuffled and frustrated sighs mingled in the suffocating, cold blackness of a room. Though it seemed to go unnoticed by the occupants as they were so used to it, that and they were concentrating on taking the next step. Fifty years of work could not be jeopardised now, and this was their bold move, the element to bring all their preparations in together. It was because of this that something that could be described as an argument, just without feeling, was now occurring in the colourless room.
"I think we need to go for someone bigger than that, at least a regional manager," one insisted, leaning against a bed post, it creaked behind them, echoing in the room.
"They're in a meeting the day we're between cases," was the rebut, they leant further back in their chair which was turned to the side, parallel to the desk, fiddling with the pen in their hands. Both stared at each other for a while, blank like dolls, in equal supposed disinterest. The pen clicked as it hit a finger nail.