Levi sat at his desk tapping a pen on the hardwood. His eyes are fixed firmly on the papers before him as he chews his lip in what could be seen as annoyance? disinterest? resentment?.

A cup of tea is going cold to his side as he reaches for it, takes a sip, and scowls at the stern, bitter flavour he pushes it away.

Hearing a knock on the wood of the double doors to his office, he pinches the bridge of his nose and raised his voice to the disembodied knock:

"Enter."