You place your gun and telephone on the desk. The phone fits squarely in the stain that it left from the last time you put it there.
This is your office. You've had it for several years now. Neighbors are, annoying, but everyone on Prospit has a purpose, no matter how bad. Your office has your desk, your chair, a safe, a coffee machine, a telephone, a mural in celebration of Dersite-Prosptian history, and your FENESTRATED PANEL. You find this room very roomy. Its walls evoke a warm feeling in you.
You received this office along with this job several years ago. Originally, it only had the desk and no chair in it, but you eventually made strife's to get it furnished. You like being in this room, you conduct work best when you're in it.