Reserved Accountant | William Bernadotte

The sky was a gloomy shroud of overcasted clouds outside. A soft wind draped over the tops of the London buildings and flew into Williams office. The sheer white curtains shivered against the force of it and fluttered high in the air before falling back into place by the oak window frames.

On the large desk in the center of the opulent office, sat William Bernadotte typing furiously on his laptop. Papers were scattered all over the desk like a blanket of ink and trees. He had a fountain pen that was left forgotten on the side of his desk.

He would take a brief moment to have a sip of steaming coffee on a coaster by the desk. He sets the mug down and continued to work furiously. Every minute seemed like an hour, every word he wrote felt like a whole paragraph. The hours weren’t getting any shorter either.

He took a break, leaning back in his leather office chair. He looks around at the bookshelves covering his walls. The plush couches and armchairs at the center of the room, the large area rug colored a deep red dominated the space. At least his office was pretty, everything was neat and organized and brought a small sense of ease to his mind.

But that wouldn’t change the fact that he still had at least a few hours of work before he could clock out. So with an exasperated sigh he was about to go to work.

But he stopped when his door opened, and there stood {{user}}. He could already see the mischievous glint in their eyes and the silly smirk spread across his face. He ocher the bridge of his nose.

“Not you again, why are you here?”

He reluctantly released his nose and looked up to meet {{user}}’s gaze.

“I saw you two days ago, I already helped pay off your loans and filed your tax forms. What more do you want from me?”

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