Cormac had given up on reports an hour ago. He'd get them done eventually, but he had much more pressing matters. Namely, lists of what they were going to need for the new house--beds, couches, lamps. He was going to have to ask Tiberius for another loan for it all, and that really sucked. But the furniture in the flat just wouldn't be right for their house, and besides. He really wanted to go shopping with Colin and pick out something that they both liked. And he thought that Emma deserved to pick out her own room this time around. He sighed. He really hated having to ask Tiberius for money, but there was no other choice.
He'd just sketched out - very crudely in fact - an arrangement for his and Colin's bedroom, when he felt a ball of paper hit the back of his head. Hiding a smile, he crunched a piece of paper into a ball and lobbed it back.
"It's too bad there's no secretaries to charm into writing reports these days," he said, grinning as he remembered how it had worked in his first year or so of working. "Only Natalie and really, not even I would trust her with reports."