I woke up very early the next morning. I took a shower, made myself some sandwiches and a big cup of strong coffee and felt much better. I looked out (of) the window. My apartment was on the eighth floor. The street below was rather quiet.
The apartment itself was not large but very comfortable. There was a living room with a sofa, a comfortable armchair and a big color TV. There was a bedroom with a king-size bed and another, portable, TV. There was a kitchenette with some pots and pans and a lot of electric gadgets like toasters and mixers and even an electric can-opener.
The telephone rang. It was Richard. He said he would take me to the office and asked me to come down in ten minutes.