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Closing the door silently, Milan stepped into his office, the diaphanous fabric of his robe barely swishing in his wake. He was carrying a single black clip file, as usual, the contents of which were a mystery to many. But it was indeed true that Milan Kosich would never be caught off guard at work, and he had acquired the habit of carrying around the basic documents and dockets around with him. One never knew when an incident occured within his branch, and it wasn't like him to be unprepared.
Stepping in, he caught sight of one of his coworkers, seemingly engrossed in inspecting some papers. He cleared his throat politely before taking his seat at his desk, not far from where she was standing. "Good morning, Katy. Any news on the Quidditch Cup?" he asked while arranging his documents of the day. |