Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
The door opened and James stepped in carrying a small notepad, his striped shirt still neat, his tie still slightly off center.
He looked up from the notepad and stopped walking.
Liam was sitting behind his desk in his chair, his elbows on the armrests, his hands loosely folded in front of him, looking completely settled.
Elsa was sitting on the chair on the other side of the desk, her legs crossed, her back straight, her silver-white hair still mostly in order.
She looked like she had been sitting there having a professional discussion for the last twenty minutes.
What she was not wearing was anything under her skirt. The skirt itself was back in place but what had been under it was on the floor somewhere behind the desk.
What Liam was not wearing was his trousers or his boxers. Both were somewhere under the desk.
His shirt was buttoned and his jacket was on and from the front everything looked entirely normal.
