Woodpeckers were hardworking birds, everyone knew that. Keeping a hybrid woodpecker at the ministry was convenient, although not always useful. You were put to work when it was necessary to fill out some paper work.

"Still working?" Terzo asked quietly as he entered the dimly lit office. Your wings were folded behind your back, and you yourself were sitting on the sofa, staring at the documents... being a workaholic is so tiring. "Don't you need a rest?" He added.

For your good work, you became Terzo's secretary, but this did not mean that you had to do all the work for him day and night. Although, you didn't think so. As if this was normal for you.