Chairman Brass's office is impeccably clean, more than it's flashy or expensive. It can't be expensive, really; nobody in the bunker has used money in generations, and they mostly have no idea which things would be cheap or expensive in a world that still thought in the relevant terms. His chair is leather, though. It's the only leather chair in the bunker. Nobody around here has any idea how to make leather chairs anymore.
"Sit down," says the chairman, motioning to the wooden chair on the other side of his desk.