The entire wall, that the door was on, has been blown apart. Inside the room, there are a few real wooden chairs, now upturned and splintered. There is likewise a wooden desk, flipped on its front. Behind the desk, you can see what looks like a large bucket with wheels, blown most the way through the right wall into the office next door. there is another door between this room and the executive office proper. The door is partially made of real glass, or was. It is now shattered. Despite the damage it is obvious that this was a waiting room for the office in the back.
The back office was fairly dark, with all the lights blown out like they were, but there was still a lit portion of the ceiling by the outside windows. Through the shattered glass and ruined frame of the door, a larger desk dominated the room. At the desk sat a skeleton, laying face down with arms to each side of its head. Next to the skeleton was a small holdout pistol. Looked like maybe a Colt Takedown, a 2-shot breach loader that fits heavy pistol rounds in a tiny package. They had to stop making these after a few laws were changed back in '58. The corpse itself was wearing what had to be a 5000¥ suit back in its day. There was probably a collectors market for shit like this. Suits that survived Chicago. A whole world of terrible people with too much money and not enough sense, ready to lap up anything out of the ordinary. Everything about this work was a little macabre and sick.
Searching the corpse brought up a credstick with 6000¥, a slip full of IDs and security badges and a filigreed silver cigarette case with gold lining around the mouth. Inside, instead of cigarettes was a golden spoon, and several vials of white powder.
On the table was an old style computer terminal.
