What's the big deal with me, Victor, having a few?
And yet, I find my mind exceptionally clear now.
It's just been too long.
He picked up that bro, sniffed it under his nose, stuffed it into the cabinet, and pressed the phone, "Who's on duty at the secretariat, send someone over."
Every so often, you could hear the sound of footsteps in the corridor, hurrying, and then Traudl Junge would push the door open and come in, looking puzzled at the messy office, furrowing her brow, "Why is there a scent of heather?"
Victor's hand paused, "Get someone to clean up the office."
"Oh, right away!" The young Traudl Junge nodded busily, Victor walked out of the office with a smile, feeling a pair of eyes still watching his back.
It was a good thing his was the top floor, with just his office there.
