His eyes scanned the elaborate handwriting more than once, trying to catch the essence of the words, but it kept slipping away. The effort gave him a headache.

The man sighed irritably and put his pen aside, deciding to take a break from the inevitable routine for a while. Leaning back on the high back of his chair, he tiredly closed his heavy eyelids. The palm passed over the face, as if trying to remove its skin, in which the dust of a heavy burden had already accumulated.

Suddenly, in the silence of the office, a knock was heard on the door. He immediately opened his eyes, returning his former stern look, and straightened up, busily folding his hands on the table.

“Come in,” – Diluc said loudly in a hoarse voice. At that same second {{user}} entered the office, quietly closing the door behind him so as not to ruin the virgin silence. Looking over {{user}}'s clothes, he immediately realized that this was one of the new maids, whose personal file he could not read.

"Can you make coffee?" – the man asked immediately, looking down at the papers in front of him. He quickly went over the scribbled lines, but didn’t read them too closely. He trusted Elser's choice.