"Come in, have a seat." Zira held his arm out, the papers all askew, and indicated the sofa in his office. He stepped in behind the woman and shut the door. He had a feeling this was the sort of consult he didn't want anyone looking in on.
He dropped his papers on his desk. The otherwise impeccable surface took on a scattered and scatterbrained look. Zira barely noticed, and he wasn't going to take time to do anything about it, anyway. "Tell me, then, exactly what is the trouble?"