The desk was covered in papers, what were once nice organized stacks now held only some small semblance of their former state. With a groan of exhaustion Anthony stood stretching his arms as he rose, this new client was just tiring. Glancing down at the papers he couldn't stop a sigh from slipping through his lips, these weren't even all the papers he needed, there were still some that he needed to fetch from his mail downstairs. Turning his direction to a small clock on the wall. It was a little after twelve, he had not only apparently worked through the night but a meal as well. 

Calling it good enough for now Anthony exited his office. The plan now was to eat something, preferably food, and then promptly crash in his bed and forget the world for a few hours. Starting towards the kitchen he hesitated, despite just calling his work done he thought about how sitting downstairs was the last thing he needed to complete the work for this client. Immediately, he regretted thinking it. Walking towards the door to his apartment he grabbed the tan trench coat from the closet and slipped it on. With a deep breath he opened the door and stepped out.

Once outside he immediately drew into himself. Even though he had lived in the building for five years and was used to the layout, he still felt the fear begin to gnaw on him as he made his way through the terrifying stretch of space from his door to the stairs. Anthony's steps were quick and his heart was beginning to pound. By the time he reached the stairs he realized lack of sleep didn't help with things like this. Continuing down he let his mind wander in hopes of coping better.

He was snapped back to his surroundings as he collided with another person. It took a second for him together his bearings, he wasn't on the stairs anymore in fact he was almost to his destination. Looking down he saw a tall, well dressed blonde, it could only be Daniel. Immediately, he began to apologize. "Ah, I'm sorry. Are you alright"