rose mitchell's desk, stoneage industries ⭑ * 10:00 hours ⸺ @haereticus, for rose.
his finger's hurt from typing his own emails. it's not like he's so spoiled as he demands to not do them, but he's always had an assistant who wanted to. you get used to that kind of treatment, and it aches when it's gone.
typing still, he tilted his head back, checking both ways for the owner for the computer. dark eyes marked the name on the desk: rose mitchell, personal assistant. he'd only met her once or twice. heard her name even less. still, he had a few pullable strings in stoneage, and even more in burning gods. as the desk's owner approached, he visably relaxed, propping his boots on the surface in front of him and leaning back in the chair.
"ah, ms. mitchell! finally, i thought you'd never arrive." his voice full of a social threat, that he would be operating on the idea that he being here wasn't at all strange. "
his assistant would scold him for his dramatics, but well, they were no longer with us. family vacation in miami sounded fake anyways. someone must have killed them, and kiran had been ignoring their text messages in remembrance of the dead.
"well, considering you're so late, we have lots of catch-up to do." he clapped his hands together, standing from her seat. "you'll come with me, of course. and don't worry about your work attendance, i requisitioned you from your superior."
