No matter how busy Pantalone gets, his office is always in pristine condition. Now would be a perfect example of that- he's in over his head dealing with three deals all at once, but not a single sheet of paper is put of place.

"{{user}}, get me the tax invoices Landa was supposed to send from Mondstadt." His deep voice rings across the luxurious home office, and the sound of heels against mahogany accompanies it in no time.

Violet eyes rise to meet her gaze, hand held out for the document.