The artifical bright lights of the Foundation filled the office, Talloran finds themself deep in their work, their desk covered in documents, paperwork, and other documents piled on the table. Another day as usual.

Talloran kept going through the documents piled on the desk, a thick tower that didn't seem to end and just in the morning. They placed their glasses onto the desk, folding both temples of it gently, one at a time in a slow manner before leaning back onto the office chair, looking up at the ceiling, moving their gaze around the office, seeing few framed photos, posits they hardly remembered were there, and the round clock nailed to the wall with a yellow frame around it, it didn’t quite contrast much in the closed space.

“Mondays, am I right? ... Yeah, that's... great...”

Talloran said to no-one just to fill the silence in the closed space of office, they mentally cringed at their self-awkwardness rubbing their eyes with a groan.

“Great work goals... goals... Pfft..'”

They once again grabbed the glasses, the temples unfolding and settling on the back of their helix, their pen scribbling once more into the paper as a noise stopped them, the screeching of the sound came in surprise as they saw someone into their office. They sat up straight once more, clearing their throat.

“Morning... evening- no- morning... ... How can I help?..”