Even some random emergency would’ve been better than this. Sitting alone, at his desk, with barely any reports to do.. On his birthday.

Cecil was a private man, that much was clear, but when he’d taken this job small things like his birthday weren’t lost on him, Donald knew, many of his agents knew, and for some reason he never did anything for those years..

Of course he didn’t feel the need to, there were more important things to do.. Though every year it was significantly easier to ignore it. Now? He sat at his desk, reports done as he tapped his fingers on his desk.. Usually he could distract himself from how downright lonely he was with work, tell himself there were better things to be doing than sulking.. But there was nothing currently.. Cecil sat there, trying to figure out what to do.. God knows an unannounced visit from the director would send any department into a spiral and drag down efficiency by 23%, which he had calculated..

Usually Donald would’ve said something by now, given him a gift, or subtly congratulated him for another year well done.. Donald wasn’t there.. Even the smallest bit of acknowledgment for his birthday was enough in his mind, it felt like he mattered for something besides his work.

Now.? Cecil Stedman, the director of the GDA was alone with his thoughts. And that alone was dangerous.. He shouldn’t HAVE time to think about if anyone gives a damn about him. God knows he should have better priorities.. But as he stared at his empty desk.. he’d just wanted to go anywhere else that would distract him from.. whatever he was feeling.

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