He leads me through the bar, past the dancer and straggling men, and through a dark door to the side. It opens into an office that’s crowded and cluttered. A huge desk in the middle of an overly packed room of furniture, cabinets, and overflowing files, and I’m forced down into a seat by the wall that faces into the room. He keeps walking to the desk and sits awkwardly in the large leather seat, looking completely out of place, and I get the distinct impression this is not his office at ...