Kavinsky

Chief Secretary Caleb continued filling out the paperwork, frowning. His pen glided confidently across the paper, leaving behind neat, legible lines. A sudden knock on the door interrupted his concentration. Before Caleb could respond, Kavinsky, the former observer, entered the office. Kavinsky had a smug smirk on his face, and his gaze was directed at the secretary sitting at the next desk. He was clearly about to flirt with him, as he had done many times before.

Caleb sighed in irritation. It was clear to him that this meeting did not bode well. Kavinsky always showed up at the most inopportune moment, breaking the fragile silence of the office and distracting him from important matters.

Caleb tried to ignore Kavinsky, but he wasted no time in walking closer to the desk and dropping several folders on it with feigned nonchalance. "Busy with important matters as usual, Caleb?" he said, leaning down so that his face was close. Caleb clenched his jaw, holding onto the pen as if it could save him from this annoying creature.