Thornbelle Vacancy

Adver had been surprised that the building directory listed a number for security. He hadn't been looking for a number for security, but his finger paused on the listing and he pursed his lips. He had known this was going to take him in a direction he didn't want to go in, namely, away from his coffee.
But there he was, standing out in the hall opposite his office door, staring at the closed office of Weapon Mods, with some young kid wearing an ill-fitting polo with some eagle emblem on it. Security.
"Did you try knocking?" the kid asked, wrestling with a jungle of keys connected to his belt.
Reader, don't roll your eyes. Adver had not tried knocking. He just hadn't ignored the editor of Mods "Good mornings!" for the last several days, which may lead one to speculate that the editor, one Dorge Kas, was on vacation. Except Adver knew he wasn't on vacation because he had not been given a laminated itinerary detailing every fifteen minutes of adventure, as he had been given, as a courtesy, for every vacation Dorge had been on while occupying the office space directly opposite that of O.A.D.S. for the last several years.
"Jesus" Adver intoned under his breath, exactly as the security kid was turning to look at him, then blushed and looked away, clearing his throat.
Jesus, Adver thought, realizing that the security kid thought Adver was praying for Dorge.
Security Kid slipped a key into the tumbler and turned. Adver told him he might have to pull the door towards him while turning. That did it. Then Adver waited for Kid to push the door open and step in, crossing the threshold that would sever Adver's involvement. That is not what Kid did. Kid stepped aside and waited for Adver to push open the door. Adver bit his lip before anything else sounding like a prayer might slip by.
"Downstairs says the lease is paid to the end of next month, so I can't technically go in there, you know, uninvited," Security Kid Vampire said.
"Right," Adver said, feeling his chin tilt to his chest, and pushed the door open.
Stepping in, he thought he'd at least smell a corpse, or food, maybe. But it just smelled stale in there. It was afternoon so the sun was slanting in from the windows, milky white and diminished. There was Atta's desk, the only other employee of Weapon Mods Adver had ever seen. She seemed nice. Too bad she was dead. Adver sighed and took a few more steps in, ok,  he thought, she's probably not dead. Her computer was off, and there was nothing in the printer tray. There was a pair of running shoes under the desk, neatly placed.
Adver looked back at Security Kid, who was not entering the office, and pushed forward to Dorge's interior office. It was darker in there, the blinds drawn. The lights took a while to warm up and come on, but there was nothing seemingly amiss in there, either. Except the coffee. Coffee had been among the few things Adver and Dorge could talk about, when forced, and here was half a cup setting on the desk. That didn't seem like Dorge. Adver almost put his finger into the black tar to see if it was still warm but stopped. He wasn't a goddam detective. He walked back out of the room, his eyes leaving the abandoned coffee last, and stepped back into the hall.
"Anything?" Kid asked.
"No. But I'm sure he'll turn up," Adver lied.