 Open to any and all who want to disturb this guy
With his feet up and his eyes closed, Jude Joel MacAfee had the look of someone who hadn’t worked a day in his life. On his break, he’d acquainted himself with his usual seat on the sofa with his legs on the arm of the chair. Not the most professional of looks by any stretch of the imagination but what did it matter when you were the only one in the room?
With an almost lazy movement, he reached over to the bag of carrot sticks resting on his chest and grabbed a few, tossing one into his mouth without so much as opening his eyes. Life was good. Whoever said that being the Personal Assistant to the Department Head was difficult clearly hadn’t worked in a pub on New Year’s Eve in the New York.
Was he supposed to be doing something? Maybe…but it could wait until after his break, surely? |