 Anyone?
Dear mother of Merlin... this was not his doing. Any of it. Nope. Casimir was not full of holiday cheer, nor did he think that turning their offices into a "Winter Wonderland" his own personal form of hell more like or whatever was a good idea. And WHY were they inviting everyone into the Prophet ANYWAY? It didn't seem like a wise idea to him.
But what did he know? He only had two degrees in communications and mass media and some other accolades that qualified him for this job and many others. Heh.
Okay so he wasn't actually angry, okay, but it still didn't sit well with him that they were letting the general public into their private spaces. Ugh. Straightening his stupid reindeer tie he made his way toward his own cubicle and plopped into his chair. "Happy freaking Christmas," he muttered to himself before sifting through some papers there. He'd rather focus on his work than this... atrocity.
Stupid Christmas.
Stupid family stuff looming ahead. |