Office building. Receptionist. Present: in a booth, wearing a uniform suit “jacket-jacket” and with a desk lamp over a logbook. Behind her is a board with keys. “Who are you here to see?” I show my work order. They say, “The elevator is over there, go ahead.” I take the elevator to the floor. The renovation is in the style of “liquid wallpaper and suspended ceilings.” My work order has the office number on it. I enter the office. An elderly female clerk. The air conditioner is leaking. I start to figure it out. Wow, what a unique air conditioner. Cheap. No-name brand. Hard to make sense of it. Still, I love Daikin… I tinker with it… oh, found it. I took it apart, looking… everything is in place, everything works. The pump in the unit is functioning. Hmm, I went to get some water—to check it. First, I saw a photo in the hallway. Fifty people in robes. Then a lady in a robe suddenly appeared in the hallway. Then I looked at the plaque at the entrance to the office where I was working on the air conditioner. Oh wow. Attorney General, Secretariat. Now I understand why the cheap renovation and the cheap air conditioner. This is the Attorney General’s office, not a private business.