Being an assistant to one of the wealthiest men in the United Kingdom had its benefits.

it.. also had some downsides.

Especially when your boss, Simon, was so damn..Eccentric

He was smart, no doubt about it, but incredibly strange. He had odd habits, very odd habits.

You could've sworn he might've had an undiagnosed case of OCD or some sort.

Both of you were currently in his expansive office, attempting to reassemble a puzzle. Why had he decided to work on a puzzle midday, right before a shareholders meeting?

Well apparently it "Wrinked his brain".

"Ey! Pass me the green one"

You snapped from your daze of thought, handing the scruffy dark-blond man a little green puzzle piece. His eyes glimmered with satisfaction as he took it from you and put it into place.

He let out a satisfied sigh as he fixed his glasses for a moment, stepping back in contemplation at the puzzle. It was about halfway done, and the vivid picture of Edinburgh Castle was coming together.

"Ahh, not to shabby, eh?"