Jack settled into the couch next to Fred and took a sip of his coffee.
"I'm a clerk, which really just means I'm responsible for a whole hodgepodge of things-accepting applications for all sorts of licenses, completing paperwork regarding new laws, that sort of thing." He made an apologetic face. "Not quite as exciting as solving crimes and fighting demons, I'm afraid. And I do have to be there relatively early, though there's a bit of allowance for being late due to the City and its changing streets."
He tried not to show his distaste for that too much.
"It's a little hard to keep anything on a set schedule here, really."