Trebling sat back in his chair and looked around the office. He didn’t like offices and he didn’t like this one at all. The clear constant light standardized the people in the room.
“How do you like it here?” he asked.
Holton shrugged. “O.K., I suppose. It’s something to do.”
“You think you’ll stay in this sort of work?”
“Probably, I don’t know yet.”
“I had thought you might go into this new thing with me.
“Well....”
Neither spoke for a moment.
Finally Trebling asked, “Can I smoke in here?”
“I’m sorry, Jim, but....”