Brian Musgrove
David opens the door to see Brian Musgrove’s office. It is a massive space remarkable in its austere emptiness. Dark natural wood floors with blank white walls give way to the sloped glass outer wall that dominates the far end of the office. To David’s right is a small table with a few trophies and awards along with odd curios, the most interesting of which is a clear glass globe that seems to have a dark cloud within. The movement of the cloud is similar to that of a lava lamp, as globs seem to separate and drift about the globe only to rejoin the central mass.
To David’s left is another table with a small bar. Several decanters of liquor are displayed along with glasses and ice.
A large empty gap leads further into the office where Brian’s desk sits. It is a heavy mahogany table with a wide leather pad adorned only with a single widescreen monitor that faces toward the outer wall. Musgrove stands looking out over the dark LA landscape casting its street lights in a blanket over the view. Brian turns slightly, a drink in hand. He wears large sunglasses, odd with the darkness outside. In seeing David, he smiles.
David! Grab yourself a drink. The man turns to resume his view of LA.
