The source of light within the first floor of the building was a single bare bulb. It cast harsh shadows against the concrete walls. There were several figures scattered around the room some in dark corners and others sitting on crates among the debris playing cards on a makeshift table. The smell of cigarette smoke and dust was mixed with scent of stale beer which added to the dilapidated feel. The situation made Bette slightly uneasy and she thought that the sooner she got out of here the better. Ok the situation made Bette very uneasy.
She turned to the man who had answered the door Im here to see someone about an artwork she said. Her voice came out on a single tone giving away nothing.
The grizzly door man grunted something and motioned towards the stairs. Bette stood her ground and indicated for him to lead her. There was no way that she would trust this guy at her back.
The small creek of her heels on the stairs was dwarfed by the disgruntled thudding steps of the man leading her. Once they had reached the head of the tired pine stairs. The man stood to one side and gestured to the other. The grimy walls of the corridor led to a single door. Bette strode along the length of the corridor her progression slightly muffled by rotting carpet. She reached the door and grasped the *****, hearing the mans heavy footsteps descending behind her.
The ***** turned quietly and the door swung open with ease. Bette had a brief flash of a thought that she should have considered knocking. But it was gone in an instant. Her jaw dropped in recognition at the person sitting behind the heavy mahogany desk. The room was almost the opposite of the downstairs part of the warehouse like building. It would have originally been the managers office. There was thick rich burgundy carpet underfoot and the heat given off by a marble fireplace gave the room an almost cosy feeling. Despite the warmth Bette felt the icy tingle of fear sliding down her back.

Um Hi Dana..? she stammered. Bette was very confused. Under Danas stare she felt like a naughty school girl sent to the principals office she dropped her eyes and scuffed her foot I came here to pick up a painting, uh, the artist is Rosita Betts words died on her lips. She had realised just how ridiculous this was.