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No he’s not late...only, he took another wrong turn for the nth time to end up in another conference room. It was a bit embarrassing to barge in a different room filled with professionals really, but he’s Mordred Mordaunt, so he was able to get away with the sticky situation with a nice turn of his head...and a courteous apology as well. Not that it was an after-thought. The building was a bit confusing for a new employee.
Know what the whole Ministry can do next time? Round up all the new staff and take them in and out of the different offices in the building. That way they’d know who is who...and where is where.
Just a thought.
Straightening his tie, Mordred softly knocked on the door and stuck his head in to see if it was the right room. The new dragon researcher was relieved to see familiar faces from the orientation, so he took his left foot inside, and shuffled in the room quietly. No need to make any noise for now, yes? He’s new so he’s got the perfect excuse to keep quiet.
And...what are those things in the middle? Crisps? Dip? It looked...way too organic for the dragon man, which reminded him of farms and ironically, desolate lands where the Russian dragon guys keep the baby dragons.
He wasn’t going to touch those edible things for now. His wife had made sure he was stuffed with food before they started their first day as Ministry employees. Mordred looked up and nodded politely to those who made eye contact with him. Hello, hi, how’s it going?
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