Salazar grabbed his jacket and hung it on his arm as he closed his door and locked it. He had two locks for his door, a fingerprint scanner that he installed himself and a generic key lock. The fingerprint scanner was hidden within the door handle and depending on the day and certain other factors depended on which finger he had to use to unlock the door. He had an old friend install it and make it for him.<br/><br/>"It is no problem Silo. You'll find that I appreciate those who appreciate history. Plus with the added bonus of getting to know unique characters." He smiled at him and started off down the hall. "If you ever look into old European history, Sarah, from this morning, is who you'd be better off talking to. It is her specialty. Mike, who does afternoons, does anything Asian. And Nicholas, the night manager, does everything else. It's one of the reasons why I hired them."<br/><br/>He held the doors open for Silo as they came across them while heading to Salazar's car. "But, now I let them do the hiring especially when it concerns the cafe. Even after living through its making, I still prefer straight black coffee. It smells better than the other stuff they make."