The case was quite startling... rather than the neat pile of papers one would expect, it was filled with a bundle of women's clothes, including lingerie, and a shocking blond wig. A corner held a makeup case and a small bottle of perfume.<br/><br/>As Eliza began manipulating herself, the door creaked open and the coordinator returned, moving briskly back to his desk and sitting down. Without preamble, he fixed Eliza with his usual diamond stare and demanded to know what she thought about the case.<br/><br/>The door swung closed on its own weight behind them, locking as per usual. Other than their voices, the only sound in the office was the ticking of the corner clock.