The inside of the office looked like an episode of hoarders. Dusty cardboard boxes were stacked all around the lobby like a game of office Jenga, the floor was littered with loose folders and random papers and decrepit-looking office equipment. I watched my dad almost fall on his ass after tripping over a three-hole puncher.
“Hello?” my dad called out in a thoroughly-annoyed tone.
It took a while, but eventually a voice responded behind a dead computer monitor that looked like it was from 1997.
“Yes, come in.”
My dad and I followed the voice up to a front counter and an elderly woman wearing heavy red eye shadow, rouge and bright red lipstick which made her look a bit like a clown stood up with her big hoop earrings jangling.
She peered at us from behind gold glasses and smacked her lips.
“Not sure if you have the right office. We are out of business as of two weeks ago.”
“Oh no, no, no problem,” my dad replied. “We were actually just looking to ask some questions.”
My dad’s words sounded distant in my ears. I was distracted by something I saw on the wall next to the woman – a framed portrait plaque. The plaque featured a younger man of about 30 with long black hair, a gaunt white face with sunken eyes and an unsmiling mouth. There was no denying it. It was my sleeping partner from the videos. I noticed an inscription upon gold below the picture – EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH: SCOTT LYNN.
“Uh…m-m-ma’am,” I could barely get the words out. “W-where is he?”
I pointed to the plaque of Scott Lynn with a wobbling hand and the woman squinted up at the thing.
My heart dropped when she spoke.
“Oh, that’s Scott. Worked here for years, but he up and left a few months ago to move to Atlanta. I don’t know why, he never gave a reason.” 
