Francis was sitting in his office in a dull and dreary early morning.He couldn't even bear to look out of the window - grey, grey, grey.--
Paperwork lay scattered across his normally immaculate table and was leaning back with his chair, legs crossed, bright blue eyes fixed on
nothing in particular. It would be a long day, he thought, and he sighed deeply.
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just passing by the door, he hears a huge noise coming from there and he blinks as he saw the sign "Francis Bonnefoy". He knocks the door
and peeks in. you can see his hair.
"Come in!" Francis' syrupy voice and his thick French accent can be heard, and he is thinking 'thank God, I have something to do now.'
"Oh, Hej. Francis! I haven't see you around!" He quickly steps in, with a swift move, he closes the door.
"Bonjour mon ami! Vhat brings you 'ere to my office?" Francis asks with an enticing smile, leaning forward onto his desk and twining his
slender fingers under his stubbled chin.
"Oh Nothin', I just heard a noise from here, and... see how you are doin'. From what i heard, you look bored!" He chuckles.
"Oh! I dropped a letter opener earlier.." he ran his slender fingers over said object. "It's 'eavy.. solid brass. Mais, I am dreadfully
bored, mon ami. Can not get my 'ead round looking over zis paperwork."
"Huh, me too. Since, I have too much paperwork on my desk, that is makin' me feeling worse everytime the interns delivers them." He
stratches his head as he cracks his neck a bit because of the tight muscles in neck. He just casually saunters over and sits in the chair.