Upon reaching his office Sylus waves away his assistants, each having a whole list of things to see to, and he wanting a little time alone. Pushing open the large mahogany doors, he slips inside, closing them gently behind him. His room isn't nearly as but as Marius's, though he has offered to make it so, however Sylus is comfortable with the space he has. He reaches over to the wall beside the doors and flips on the light, flooding the windowless space with a pleasant low level of light. Never one for the glare of the usual light bulbs supplied to office buildings, the special ones in his office are the only things he's ever ask for special from his childhood friend. The tall man hums softly as he makes his way over to his desk, a simple but elegant glass device outfitted with nothing more than a table lamp and a laptop. Behind the ornate computer chair however appears to be a wall completely riddled with screens. The other two walls of the room, the ones that do not share their space with a door, are likewise covered, but instead of screens these walls have a vast number of file drawers. 

Each drawer is solid black only broken by a handle and a little white label plate. On each side there is a library style rolling ladder so that he can reach each and every one easily. It's the screen however that would draw anyone's eyes. From the international stock market to local news to MTV spring to life as the light switch gets flipped and Sylus spares them a quick glance before settling down at his desk, retrieving the monitor from his breast pocket. Now alone he relaxes, letting a soft smile come to his lips as he watches the young man do a little victory dance of sorts. [i]'Young Will seems to have some spunk. I'm sure this will work out, even if only for a little while. Only time will tell if he's actually up for the challenge of dealing full time with our dear president'[/i] He watches the man out of the building before standing and turning to the wall of images. Reaching out he touches one screen where some reporters are at one of his company's own showing hall. Running his finger along the bottom of the image a volume bar appears and suddenly the voice of the reporter comes through loud and clear.

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Marius, despite now with the assurance that his thinking tool will be returned, continues to grumble and groan as file after file makes it's way through his hands from inspection. [i]'Why didn't I work on these earlier? I got them at the beginning of the week!'[/i] His hands pause for a moment, recalling what had happened that day. [i]'Oh, right, that was the day I lost my secretary. Or, actually, when she got the boot'[/i] He lets out a sigh, placing the last folder on the stack on his left before sliding the rest of his “to do” pile over to the front edge of his desk. [i]'I'll get to them later'[/i] he decides, the large stack of green on his left giving him a headache just from looking at it. His eyes wander over to his phone and after a few seconds contemplation he hits the speakerphone button followed by one that will connect him with someone who can get him some food.

“Yes Mr. Takashi?” the old woman's voice it grating and Marius rolls his eyes at the overly sweet undertone.

[i]'It's like I'm a little kid or something'[/i] “Yes, Rosa, um, I would like lunch delivered in about an hour, my office. My usual order from Frido's down the street.” The line is silent for a few seconds and Marius begins rocking his chair gently. 

“Yes sir, I'll have it up to you on time. Have a nice day sir.” she finally croaks back and without another word the line goes dead.

Letting out a sigh Marius almost jumps out of his skin when he feels a vibration against his chest. Digging at the source of the sensation he lets out a shuddering breath to calm his nerves. [i]'I keep forgetting this damn thing is here'[/i] He growls slightly as his pocket seem almost unwilling to let the little electronic device go but eventually it slides out smoothly into his palm. The device itself is almost as big as his hand, but not one for small screens he slides out the retractable cord attached to the bottom and plugs it into his computer to check the incoming message. It takes a few seconds to connect, then with a light ping the message opens up on his screen automatically. His eyes trail carefully over the little windows popping up in front of him, each one with different kinds of information on one Will Barnett. Picking up his large stylus he touches each little box in turn, enlarging to read then minimizing them until at last he comes to the last box. In it is the picture he submitted for the online application. For a long while he simply stares, the information he read on the man running through his mind, falling together in his picture like a master game of Tetris. Finally a smile finds it's way to his face and with a nod he clicks the large green “Approved” button at the bottom of the screen. This causes all of the boxes to shoot off the screen as his reply flies back to Sylus in his dim little room below.