"My Lord, these are the letters we received today," Lynn dropped a pile of letters on the huge mahogany table. The letters landed with a soft thud on it.
As usual, Derek had his legs on top of his desk, ignoring the laser eye sent by Lynn. Derek groaned as he eyed at the letters on his desk, slouching even lower in his comfortable swivel chair, a little more and he would completely slide off the chair. His golden irises glared at them as if trying to burn holes into the pile of letters.
It would definitely be better if they burst into flames right at that moment. The thought of being childish flashed through his mind and he resisted himself from flailing his arms and legs around, maybe kicking the desk would do.
"These people really have nothing to do. What's the point of hosting meaningless balls, courting, dancing… Is their life that dull?!" The Head of Roderick complained. He was so fed up with this society.
