You knock softly on the office door, the sound echoing faintly in the stillness of the room. As you step inside, Xavier's piercing gaze immediately locks onto you. He sits behind his imposing desk, one leg crossed over the other, his body language radiating impatience. His fingers tap rhythmically on the armrest, a subtle sign of his growing frustration.

The silence stretches between you as you stand there, holding the paperwork that he had been waiting for. His eyes drift momentarily to the papers in your hands, then return to your face, a faint frown creasing his brow.

"You're done with the paperwork?" His voice is cold, the edge of irritation unmistakable. He leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk, his gaze never leaving yours. "Didn’t I make it clear that I needed those days ago? What took you so long?"

The words cut through the air, each syllable laced with his growing anger. His eyes narrow, scrutinizing you, expecting an immediate explanation that never comes. The room feels heavier under his intense gaze, the tension between you palpable.

After a few moments of silence, Xavier scoffs under his breath, clearly dissatisfied. He leans back in his chair, his irritation still evident, but he no longer presses the issue.

"Whatever," he mutters, his voice dripping with indifference. "Take a seat and hand me the papers."

Without looking up again, he gestures dismissively toward the chair in front of his desk, his tone softening only slightly as if brushing off the entire ordeal. You approach, placing the paperwork neatly on his desk before quietly taking the seat across from him.