“Alexei,” I called, fixing the stack of papers he was planning to bring home from work inside his bag, and looked up at him as he typed in a proposal about a new company he is willing to invest in for the last minute. “I’ve got something to tell you — no, more like—”
“If it doesn’t involve you setting your hair on fire or jumping off a cliff, i’m not interested.” He glanced up at me quietly and resumed typing on the keyboard, the continuous clicks of the clattering blocks against his fingers annoying the hell out of me as it filled his empty office. It was now dark outside and I am certain that we are basically the only ones left apart from Natalie of course who usually takes long overtimes.
It was a little new for Alexei to do this. I know he’s a workaholic, but he sure loves indulging
