*Elio*
I sighed for the tenth time since I’d arrived at the bland office for our real estate business. I wasn’t here often, but I occasionally made an appearance since I still needed to pretend I ran the place.
Today, I was here because there were some papers to sign. I signed the dozenth document, only skimming the surface language before deciding. My hand was already starting to cramp up and I was sick of seeing my name.
I’d started at my signature for so long it had stopped looking like words and more like a random scribble on the paper.
“Would you stop sighing like doing paperwork is actual torture? No one is going to take pity on you,” Leo said ruthlessly, slamming another massive pile of paperwork on top of my desk.
I looked up at him sadly, giving a little puppy-like whimper for extra measure.
