The devil you know
On a ninety-degree angle from it, there was a tabletop in black marble, held up at the other end by a sphere of brass.
On the inner wall, there were two black leather couches and two armchairs. Under the coffee table that stood between the couches, there was what looked like a delightfully soft, creme-coloured rug.
On the wall next to the door there was a bookcase with a built-in bar and on the other side of it, another door.
“Have a seat,” Bane told Emma and made a gesture towards the couches.
Emma reluctantly walked over to them. She sat on an armchair. She hoped that the engulfing fatigue she felt wouldn’t win and make her drift off in the incredibly comfortable armchair.