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Old 08-08-2019, 04:18 PM   #26 (permalink)
Krel Ansell

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Ministry RPG Name:
Conley Singh-Phora
International Cooperation

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The door SWUNG open and there stood Theophilus with GRIN. And a large basket of unhealthy food. This healthy thing that the Ministry were still pushing was not working wonders on him and he was planning a protest in the food court for later next month.

Ah.

Conley was not alone.

"So this is why you're late, huh? MATE. You could have SAID. I WOULDA EATEN ALONE!" And he would have consumed enough for both of them.

Swinging himself into a seat, Theophilus spread out the food over Conley's desk without a care for any paperwork. "I only got enough for two." Thousand. Theophilus had no understanding of portion sizes.

Conley sat there holding his planner book in both hands, open mouthed and brow furrowed in complete befuddlement as Theophilus burst into his office. Shocked by the fellow's behavior, Conley managed to get out ”I’m just - Sa… Ambassador Singh…carpets - Why was he suddenly feeling embarrassed? They hadn’t been doing anything to warrant his flusterment. He cleared his throat and was about to finish his request for Sachin -

But then Theophilus was taking over his desk and making himself at home. ”Arrreepp!” a weird yelp escaped Conley as he tossed the planner (which fell to the floor) and scrambled to move his beloved tea set as Theophilus began spreading food all over his desk. Usually Conley would have been extremely grateful to have lunch delivered to his office, but today had just been a little overwhelming; Sachin’s visit being the only exception.

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Sachin was very relieved to know that the delay wouldn’t cause a hassle. He wasn’t relieved for himself but for Conley whom he hated to see stressed out. He nodded, smiling now that he knew there was a work around to the carpet issue. All he needed now was for imports to not have a fit about it. “Let them know that production should be back to full scale by early next week. I’ll keep you updated.’’

Tea forgotten at that moment, Sachin arched an eyebrow as they continued to talk about the passport issues. From what little he gathered, it seemed there was concern and suspicion on Conley’s part, there’s was nothing concrete as yet. He was fully prepared to add that he was willing to dig deeper to find out more when...

Sachin winced. Conley had a loud visitor. “Quite a loud-mouthed friend you’ve got there,’’ he said in mild amusement. He turned to take a look at Conley’s new arrival. The man didn’t think much of the manners displayed there but it could be said that the big mouth man was comfortable in Conley’s presence.

Look at all that food.

At least he knew his boyfriend would be having lunch.

“That’s fine. I was just leaving, anyway.’’ Sachin got to his feet, smiling faintly and warmly at Conley. That happened exactly at the moment that rain slowly then rapidly began to pour. “Kya billee hai? What the heck?” was the confused question as the office went dark.

In addition, the rain had suddenly stopped.

Completely bamboozled by Theophilus, Conley did not catch most of what Sachin had said, nor did he see the smile on his boyfriend’s face. It took a moment for him to realize that Sachin was leaving. A small wave of panic swept over him, perhaps because Theophilus was a bit more than he felt he could handle at the moment (Alexa had really done a number on Conley’s poise today). He sent an imploring look Sachin’s way just as…
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A clunk clunk sound filled the office almost as if its windows had been shut despite the fact that the windows on this level weren’t designed to open.

A moment later the view in the nearby enchanted window changed from a sunny blue-skied day to a rainy downpour; the tap of rain pelted against the glass like a staccato drum beat. The beat of the rain accelerated into a crescendo of noise.



And just as quickly stopped, the windows going black.

Too bad the office’s overhead light isn't on, because lumos and other lighting charms will not work.

”Bloody hell,” he exclaimed a second after the lights went out.

Praying that the tea set wouldn’t be knocked over and shatter into a million pieces, he abandoned collecting the china and reached for his wand. ”Lumos.” Nothing happened. Conley squinted at his wand. Maybe he had picked up Sachin’s or Theophilus’ by mistake. Only he didn’t remember either man putting his wand down on the desk. He gave the wand a shake, then again tried, ”Lumos!

Nothing happened. Muttering to himself, he reached over, chair rolling a little, found his desk lamp, and pulled the chain turning it on. The light illuminated the room in a small halo of light that fell on the food Theophilus had brought. ”Ambassador Singh,” he asked since Sachin was on his feet. ”Could you check - is it just the windows in here?” he asked.

To Theophilus, he asked, ”Did someone upset maintenance again?” Perhaps the other fellow knew something Conley didn’t.
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