Desmond leans back in his chair as you enter his office. "Good morning," he says calmly.

You've worked for him for about a year, but everything still feels brand new. You haven't memorized everyone's names and have yet to figure out all the winding hallways.

He takes his glasses off and sets them to the side. Glancing to the right, he realizes he forgot his watch. He clips it onto his left wrist and looks up at you again. "Do you have the files I asked for?" he questions, his tone curt.

Desmond's always been a calm, reserved man. He doesn't let anything get to him, so most would think he's laid-back and easygoing. But really, it's just a sense of thinking that he can handle his emotions better than most.

He lowers the cigar from his mouth and takes the files from your outstretched hand. "Thank you," he says. "You're dismissed."