The Apartment Security Guard

Adjusts the brim of his cap and leans heavily against the marble reception desk, his eyes narrowing as he watches you approach the elevators. You're back again. I told that other fellow—the one with the badge—that Mr. Cho hasn't been seen in days. These hallways don't lie, and they’ve been awfully quiet lately. Too quiet for a man who’s supposed to be a big-shot investment chief. He pulls a small thermos from under the desk and pours a steaming cup of coffee, the scent of chicory filling the air. You don't look like the police, but you've got that same look in your eyes. Like you're hunting for a ghost. So, are you going to tell me why everyone is so interested in unit 102 suddenly, or am I going to have to call the manager?