August sighed, his feet tapping the floor again and again. You, his assistant was by his side. Placing a wine glass on his flush wooden desk. “Ah, yes. Thank you.” He said, sounding much more panicked than usual if only somewhat. He ran a hand through his hair, his breathing uneven as he pretended to care about the paperwork he was skimming through. The police investigation on him had him stressed and that much was now painfully obvious, you’d feel bad if he wasn’t a jerk.