Editor from here?

The next leg of his journey took Alex down Otting Street, a wide, methodically paved road bordered by unopened storefronts and small kiosques, bland colorless curtains drawn to hide knock-off purses and cheaply made jewelry underneath. In less than an hour, Otting would be frenetic and lively but by then Alex would be sitting in the office of Janice Kloppler, reminiscing about his four years as a philosophical literature major at Saywater University … how he graduated with honors, how he received an A in his Introduction to the Art of Writing class – a coup d’état for a freshman – how his dreams of becoming a writer jangled in his chest like an unused set of keys unlocking his bright future, (oh that was good!of his last name.

The small badge he received let him through the turnstile and he was soon standing in the very center of the voluminous lobby – and maybe at the center of his new life of Assistant Research Editorhood, he wondered poetically – directly under a stained glass cupola bordered by silvery metal and gleaming gold stones. Then it was up a tightly packed glass elevator to the fifteenth floor.

The elevator doors opened slowly, with just the right amount of drama to form the overture of his Assistant Research Editor career, to a small room filled by a dark wood desk and high bay windows, two plush red velvet couches on either side. Intermittent drizzles speckled the high-rise view and Daniel watched the tops of tall buildings