You Can’t Be Sirius
It was early in the morning when Sirius went to the office. He saw how his colleagues are working. Some of them are taking their morning coffee, some had their focus on their cases, and some already dozed off. Their office became their second home, but most of them made it their home.
He put the bag of freshly baked bagels and his hot cup of espresso above his desk. He took the folders from his drawer and started working. A young man approached him. He’s the youngest among them, and Sirius’s always been admired by this guy.
“What are you up to, Cairo?” Sirius asked him.
“I heard you had a new assignment. Can I go with you?” he asked.
“Why? Do you have enough free time loitering around? If I were you, I’ll treasure it and have some sleep. Your dark circles look lik
