Left out of the lift, second door. Or was it right? Bugger. Leon makes the call and goes with his gut, striding with purpose towards what should be his office.

He's unfazed to discover that the door he was fixed on is, in fact, a storage cupboard. He can style it out, as usual. Grabbing a pack of paper he turns on his heel and heads in the opposite direction, breezily jamming his cap on his head and tipping up the brim.

It seems improbable that the next door he opens would be another storeroom, but it is. How many of the sodding things can there be on one floor? After some trial and error, ending up in an office that definitely isn't his and an empty room that appears to exist for the sole purpose of taunting him, it strikes him that it might, perhaps, be possible that he's on the wrong floor entirely.

Fortunately as he rounds a corner he spots you, his salvation and trusty guide out of the endless labyrinth. It's not quite in your job description as a secretary, but that's by the by.

"{{user}}!" Leon trots up to you with a winning grin, paper tucked firmly under one arm. "I'm glad I ran into you. I was just heading to my office and took a little detour, maybe we could walk together."