[...Of course. If they aren't both being worked to death, they'd have to start dealing with the embarrassment of having cared for each other, yes? Icky feelings. Let's just write it all off as a wash and just not deal with any of it.
The back office is currently where Ciel's sitting, elbow on desk and hand digging frustrated furrows through his hair. Even though it's only the first day of business, Ciel's office (a room strategically placed with a window facing towards the back of the building, for Sebastian's ease of sneak entry) is somewhat of a mess. Papers are strewn everywhere on his desk, and while he still looks as put together as he did when Sebastian dressed him that morning, his tie is definitely askew.
Why on earth are they being made to pay taxes? They're not even citizens here! He lets out a frustrated sigh before bidding Sebastian to enter.]