Jan 5, 2017
@sorcha-glamberne
The man had been sifting through files and marking up papers, for what seemed like days. The reality of it all, was his temperament towards the workload was fastly depleting. His fingers rubbed at his temple as he sighed, seemingly in line with a knock on the door. Dark eyes met the wooden entrance, the fabricated urgency of it catching his undivided attention. “Come in.” He called out, as a demand rather than anything of sweet nature. He had a stack of patient files ready to his side, half tempted idea of simply abandoning them crossing his mind. Be professional, jackass. He thought, watching as the other walked within his office.