<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br/>9th Floor Hall with Courtney</span></strong></div><br/>The light came on with a small ringing noise as the elevator reached the ninth floor. The doors slid back to reveal Dorian and Courtney. Dorian's eyes were still filled with their customary inner mischief. He thuroughly enjoyed the quiet elevators in the WR building. They didn't have that horrible music you usually heard in elevators. That tune drove Dorian crazy and it was always the same one. They stepped into a short hall that ended with two doors. One leading to the stairs that lead up to the roof and one with a small plaque next to the door that read,<br/><strong>Art/Photography Studio<br/>Dorian Silver</strong><br/>Dorian loved that littpe plaque. It reminded him that he was doing what he loved. He produced a set of keys that jangled cheerfully as he unlocked the door and opened it to allow them entry. The room was mostly dark, only Dorian's desk lamp still shining as they entered. The black walls made it nearely impossible to see anything in there. Dorian moved to the desk, flipping a switch on the wall to turn on a couple of track lights in the sealing. That lit the room better and revealed the clutter on the walls. As well as the "Shooting Range". It was all very orderly, but only Dorian actually knew exactly where everything was. He sighed and removed the tie quickly, tossing it on his desk. The shelves behind it were where he kept his portfolios. All of them in order of the name of the model and chronologically after that. You could say that Dorian was mildly OCD with his meticulous organization of his work and living spaces.