It was a bright and early morning in England. Some light from a big window shown in, the light hitting the floor and ceiling. Tom sat on his expensive and luxurious chair that was behind his wooden desk. Someone blonde lady was complaining about not getting all her money and stuff like that. Tom was annoyed with her. Tord was underneath Tom's desk. Tord wasn't allowed to talk right now. Okay, Miss, we'll get it figured out. Tom said sternly, but unamused. The thing that did amaze the Brit was the Norwegian under his desk.