He then headed straight for his own office. After walking a brief while through the corridor, he arrived at his door, and carefully twisted the knob. He gently closed the door behind him, and felt quite glad that he had not bumped into any of his coworkers. Although they were his intellectual equals, this rarely meant a good conversation between them. Usually it bogged down to economics and especially politics, with which he already had to deal with during work. Why talk of it outside of the office? How was talking about a crisis over lunch at some nice restaurant beneficial to solving it, since most of the people just argued anyways? Victor barely had enough time to contemplate what he was going to begin work on, when the door open violently, and a head popped in.