|jonaswilder (jonaswilder) wrote in lechance,|
@ 2008-11-16 04:50:00
|Entry tags:||jonas wilder|
Jonas was in his office and was idly looking through some of the information he'd collated from the meeting a few weeks back. He was casually reviewing it, trying to spark inspiration, as he was no further towards a conclusion. He sighed deeply in frustration as he heard a knock at the door.
"Come in. It's open," he called out loudly.
"Sorry to disturb you. There's someone out in front to see you, sir." said Deputy Jones, peeking his head around the door somewhat nervously.
Jonas sighed again.
"I'm coming out, tell them I'll be out in a minute." Ifan nodded, and went to go and do what Jonas had asked.
Jonas put the papers to one side, and stood up.
Straightening out creases, he shook himself down. He picked up the cup that contained the last dregs of his coffee, and drained it, wincing when he realised it was stone cold. Putting the cup back down, he walked out into the front office, clapping his hands loudly once, declaring as he came through the doorway, "Now. How can I help?"