He sits in his chair as if he has no job in the world, but in fact he has the most important job to do in that office. He has to make decisions, decisions that make and break everything. Yet, he sits there with his fingertips joining his two hands. He looks like he's contemplating on what to do. But no we are wrong, he has already decided what his next move will be. He is playing out the sequence of events in his head. The consequences, the reactions to his decisions are clear to him. He gets up to walk towards the window. He looks out as if what he sees may somehow have an effect on what he will do next. But again we are wrong, he opens the window. There is a knock at the door, and his secretary walks in and says, "Sir, they are here". He faces shows no emotion. He has anticipated everything, there will be no surprises of that he seems sure. They sit and start an elaborate discussion that quickly gets elevated into an argument. Now there are multiple talking and many controversies on the table. That is when the soft cold wind comes in through the window. Papers start flying everywhere. There is chaos as businessmen in their suits, with their ties flying and blocking their view, are trying to gather their possessions and settle down again. In all the chaos, the man stays absolutely still in the same pose we found him a bit earlier, but this time he seems to have a slight smirk on his face. He knew that these men would come to his office with pages of complaints and demands would never be able to put them together, not even with a paper-clip, into something solid. As things begin to settle, the men realize how disoriented they have become. They are not able to recover and are now silent. When the draft passes, he sees another girl at the other end of table, who seemed unperturbed. Even her hair seemed unyielding to its perfect position. The man sat upright, it seemed to him he finally met a worthy individual. Someone who was not just full of 'loose leaf pieces of paper'. He asks her to state the reasons behind her presence. She says, "Sir, I wanted to meet the man who is supposed to be dead". The man abruptly stands up, and ends the meeting. Once he is alone with the girl, he asks, "How did you find me?".
His secretary walks in, "Sir, they are here." The man realizes there is no good behind the window. He decides against opening it. He doesn't want to be discovered. His true identity is the one secret that nobody else can ever come to know. It would not play out well for him. He knew that. He would have to go along with the treacherous meeting after all. There was no other out for him. "There is no window." he says out loud.
"Sir," says the patient secretary.
"Yes, I am talking to you. There is no window in this room. There is no window on this glass wall. I want a window made."
His secretary walks in, "Sir, they are here." The man realizes there is no good behind the window. He decides against opening it. He doesn't want to be discovered. His true identity is the one secret that nobody else can ever come to know. It would not play out well for him. He knew that. He would have to go along with the treacherous meeting after all. There was no other out for him. "There is no window." he says out loud.
"Sir," says the patient secretary.
"Yes, I am talking to you. There is no window in this room. There is no window on this glass wall. I want a window made."
