"Fuck!" Paul hissed when he heard the knock at the door. It startled him, and his rolling desk chair seemed to give out from underneath him. He ended up on the floor, arms shooting back up to grip the edge of his desk for leverage to pull himself to his feet.
Quickly, he stumbled to the door and unlocked it. "Cassie, oh fuck...this is..." he stammered, his hand covering his face. Did he have a beard? Really? While his computer was booting up he had been checking to see in the reflective clips on his pens, and was about to pull open his desk drawer to look into the hand mirror he kept with him.
He pulled Cassie inside and shut the door. "Do I look...how old do I look?" Paul asked urgently.