Elvis offered to sit in his office while Herman and Keith discuss their business, so I silently shrugged and trudged along. After a detailed report, my irritability towards the albino noticeably diminished, replaced by admiring respect.

Finally, we entered his abode.

Some ironic designer obviously worked here, giving the cabinets a piece of the owners themselves.

The albino's office looked like its owner: spacious, immersed in light and white shades with a minimum of furniture. White leather sofa, deployed in front of the panoramic windows. Two white armchairs stood absolutely haphazardly. There was also a long, white-wood office desk that held three computer monitors at once. There was also a...