Léon hummed softly to himself, dusting off the power from his own paperwork, setting the finished documentation off to one side, and then glancing at the pile of work he had not yet begun. He picked up several sheets, and began to flick through them, setting the more interesting tasks to one side, to be completed later. That way, with the more boring work in front of him, he had more to look forwards to.
Ah. Accounting. That was something he would prefer to get done quickly. He set about it, carefully totalling the rows and columns, before coming across a figure that seemed more out of place than many of the others. It had been crossed, neatly, and corrected. But not in his hand. He picked the paper up, and, still frowning, made his way into his son's office.
"Jacques? Is this your hand?" He asked, gesturing to the corrected figure, and then to the other he had noticed lower down the page. "Or do you at least have copies of the staff dockets here?"