Bruno got his work done early in the morning, anticipating his daughter would knock on his door sometime after lunch—around noon. And he was right as rain about her temperament and timing, because the knock came exactly when the clock struck thirty.
The door was already unlocked—it was seldom anything but. He just liked advanced notice before someone disturbed whatever he might be involved with. So many folders contained classified or otherwise sensitive materials that, for the safety of his own family, he didn't want them walking in and seeing something they shouldn't have.
Luckily, Bruno was expecting the girl, and thus when he made it clear the door was open, it revealed only two glasses on the table—both a liter in capacity—filled to the brim with freshly poured beer from the mini keg Bruno kept in his office.
