Hephaestus - Thomas Smith (forgedgod) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2015-05-10 03:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | amaya bertineau, hephaestus |
People who enjoy meetings...
If there was one thing Hephaestus could have done without in the modern world, it was business meetings. He walked out of that conference room with a migraine pounding at his temples, and headed straight up to his office. His blissfully dark office, heavy drapes pulled on the high windows so that he might relax in the half-light he had always preferred. He toyed with the idea of stepping into his Olympian forge and beating on an anvil, but there was more work to be done here, and if he lost himself to the fire of the forge, he would not likely be back in today.
He sat at his desk, cane within arm's reach, and rubbed at his temple, ignoring his computer for now.
It had barely been any time at all when his PA commed in, telling him that Amaya Bertineau was in to see him. He'd almost forgotten she was coming back in today, and a near smile briefly curved his lips despite his headache. "Send her in."
He stood up and forewent the cane to cross the short distance to the nearest curtain, and pulled it open to allow some measure of light into the vast office.