The sound of pen across paper filled the room.. Cecil was in his office, having turned on the sound proofing in his office just so he could drown out the holiday party music..

Cecil could never understand for the life of him why Donald insisted on throwing this party every year, or why it had to be so.. lively instead of the cooperate GDA normalcy.. Donald had said it was for “incentive to stay with the company”..

Though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want something.. a gift for once in the last decade that WASN’T from Donald would be nice..

He shook off the thought, a scowl crossing his face. He’s a sixty three year old man. He shouldn’t be thinking of things this trivial when he’s quite literally running the world…

Cecil ran a hand down his scarred cheek, letting out a tired sigh.. This holiday was going to set him into a depressive spiral if he let it.. Especially with the couple culture surrounding Christmas.? Half of the reason he didn’t feel like going out there was the amount of couples out and about.. Just one more reminder of the things he couldn’t have, much less would be able to obtain with his current age.

He stared off into space, looking tired and annoyed before resting his head in his arms on his desk..

“Goddamn it..”

Cecil murmured under his breath, his tone dejected..