The reception area looked like a museum. A well tended, polished, perfectly decorated and expertly lit museum. The walls were lined with gleaming glass cases, filled with an assortment of antiques and objet d'art. Items Richard found interesting. As the door silently closed behind her, Lea looked up at the security camera and smiled. She knew, without a doubt, that Jorge was staring at the monitor as her arrival had been announced by a tone sounding on the console in the security office.

Lea passed through the reception area, passing the small seating area. It was very seldom anyone waited here long. People came to Richard Houston by appointment only, and Richard was punctual. She walked behind the ornate Italian, Renaissance era, desk and dropped her clutch into the center drawer. The top of her desk was spotless...no paper, no phone, no computer, none of the normal office clutter. All of that, was in the matching credenza behind her. A custom made piece, to offer functionality for all the electronics while precisely matching the antiques in the room. She picked up a small headset, inserted it into her ear and fluffed her hair to conceal it.