Vivid images of the piles of paperwork steadily growing to mountains in the office filled his head, and he was overcome with a sense of dread.
"I… Uh… finished…"
ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪs sᴛᴀᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ covinced her that Sting, had in
fact, done the paperwork. To be honest it wouldn’t surprise the
white haired mage that he had been skimping on his masterly
duties for the past week. But that was why she was here ; to keep
Sting from forgetting his work.
"I don’t believe you Sting…“