Dell Demps looks around the room at his dusty monochromatic office and feels very little. His once luxurious chair now ripped, the lever on the side not working properly since 2015. Eternally seating him so low his elbows barely reach his desk.
The tan walls transitioning into the gray floor with a displeasing ease. An old calendar on his wall, no longer signaling the passage of time. Merely a low-grade poster of Anthony Davis getting crushed by the month of January.
The office smells old, the kind of smell that only exists in doctors offices and libraries but nowhere else.