It was going to be another late night for Lyle, of that he was pretty sure. Balancing the budget had become more complicated than a three man juggling act. There were projects that had gone just slightly over budget, and by "just slightly", it meant "completely and hopelessly". Which meant crunching a few numbers, freeing up funds, finding creative ways not to overspend. It was only July and the town had gone through nearly 80% of the yearly budget. Even in a town full of magic, bureaucracy was still bureaucracy.
Everyone else had already gone home (or so Lyle assumed). It was nice when the office was quiet, not bustling with people or noise. It gave him plenty of peace to concentrate. It also gave him the freedom to take off his tie and slip out of his shoes.