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[right][sub]Offices - Guild Headquarters[/sub][/right][hr]
Should one ask another for their favourite pleasure in the workplace, chances are it won't be the paperwork that comes with their position- chances are that won't be near the top of their list of 'things to enjoy at the office'.
Now while more reasonable people would leave their paperwork for the last minute, giving a rushed presentation spewed with 'uhms', 'ahs'  and incoherent mumbles- Benjamin didn't have this luxury. With the comings and goings required by his position, the long duration required to hunt down individuals meant that Olin's papers built up. Without submitting all of the outstanding documents before he left again, it would be anybody's guess when they'd be completed.
Which was why Benjamin Olin was still at the Headquarters, working late into the night on his outstanding work rather than watching television at home.
The desk he was using was devoid of any personal belongings, instead its teak cover was buried under scattered documents and paperweights that moved with the completion of each new paper. 

A short [i]blip[/i] came from Olin's phone and it took him a second to it. Putting down his pen, 
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[center]- Sis -[/center]
[color=d3d343][right]You haven't been at the Guild in over a week, where are you? [sub] - June 28[/sub][/right][/color]

[color=d3d343][right]Don't forget about the check up today. [sub]- July 15th[/sub][/right][/color]

Staying at yours tonight[sub] - 9:28[/sub]
Food[sub] - 9:28[/sub]
*?[sub] - 9:29[/sub]

[color=d3d343][right]I can grab some pizza. Should I expect anyone else? [sub] - 9:30[/sub][/right][/color]
No[sub] - 9:32[/sub]

[color=d3d343][right]Alright, I'll see you later. Any idea when you'll arrive? [sub] - 9:33[/sub][/right][/color]
Soon tl[sub] - 9:36[/sub]
Here now.[sub] - 9:40[/sub]

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Echoes of thunder ripped through through the office room, and a faint trickling of shattered glass could be heard as it fell to the floor. Whilst lacking in tremors, all of the guild members present had flinched or or turned their heads in reaction. Some had ducked down to the ground and others, like Benjamin, had dropped what they had been holding.
Leaning over to pick up his phone, Olin looks between the workers currently occupying the room, those who looked back gave questioning or knowing glances, certain of who was responsible.