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A grunt of acknowledgement was William’s only initial response to Grell returning to his office. His brows were furrowed, and he did not look up from the report on the desk before him.
His eyes moved rapidly, scanning the details of the report, before looking to scan along an open book beside it, double checking certain details. What ever he was reading caused an even more angered expression to form, and he downed the remains of the whiskey in his glass in one gulp, then resumed reading.
After an uncomfortable amount of silence passed, since surely Grell would have been expecting more of a response, or even a ‘thank you’ for having just fetched dinner, when William finally said something; though it wasn’t directed at the redhead perse. It was merely him venting his frustrations.
“How in the hell did they think this would go unnoticed?! In a week 4 new graduates have managed to reap 12 wrong souls! All have similar names, with different spelling, and entirely different dates of birth and life details!” He clenched his teeth, then exhaled in a huff. Looking up at Grell. “So now I have 12 souls on my hands that should not be here, and 12 people walking around who should have died! Because these were not simply cases where the souls were to be reaped when the person naturally passed, these were cases that the humans were scheduled to die, and the reapers were supposed to give that final nudge and end them!”
He pulled of his glasses, and pinched the bridge of his nose while his eyes squeezed shut. “And I have a bloody business meeting in the morning with The Board, at which I have to explain just why I am a competent Library supervisor, even though my subordinates apparently don’t know their heads from a hole in the ground!”
Sighing, Grell let his shoulders slump and his smile fade. He wasn’t sure how to handle the situation. In all the years he had worked for Dispatch he had never been around to witness the frustrations William endured. It was a known fact that he was often time left to resolve the many mistakes of the new recruits as well as the seasoned reapers of his department, but surely it was not always this big of a mess to clean and sort...was it?.
Remarkably William had always remained calm and well put together in his presence. To see him so malcontended and exasperated, Grell began to wonder if there was indeed anything he could do to help. Inside it pained him to see William so distraught.
“You’ve been drinking,” he pointed out noticing the open decanter on the brunet’s desk. “Darling, while I enjoy a good kick of alcohol when I am down, now isn’t the time to get lost in your cups. Come,” he instructed as he set the bag of food down and carefully unrolled the blanket he was carrying. “You need to eat. We can discuss strategy while we feast.”
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