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Cinn-O-Bun Warren sat in his office listening to the sound of work NOT being done and replaced by idle chatter. Tapping his quill lightly on his desk he looked out the office door to find Ben apparently taking charge. Maybe I didn't give the kid enough credit. Looking thoughtful for a moment he stood up and walked outside of his office his eyes passing over everyone. "You know...Mr. Campbell, Mr. Amsten and Ms. Lovecraft...these walls are not soundproof." His eyes fell on Robert and he frowned, "Perhaps I should explain myself better for you since Mr. Amsten's helpful hints don't seem to sink in. I want YOU and only you, to look through that stack of files THOROUGHLY for anything that could be considered an irregularity and write it out with a normal quill by hand."
A smirk, and not a nice one appeared on his face as he walked over toward Robert's desk, "And Mr. Campbell, if you think you're finished....I have more. If you finish those you'll redo the whole thing until the end of the day. In short...I want you in this desk...by yourself...until the end of the day. Understood?" He looked at Aveira who stood beside him, "Unless you want the same fate at the other end of the room like school children I'd leave him alone. In fact...you and Mr. Amsten go to Misuse down the hall and find out if they still want that warrant for veritaserum." Standing up straight he crossed his muscular arms and looked down at everyone waiting for them to get moving.
Shaking his head he started to head back to his office when he stopped, "Oh and Mr. Amsten...if you're hunting for a promotion..the way you're doing it isn't going to work." With that he stepped into his office and left his door open in case troublemaker decided that work wasn't his thing.
Rob looked up to see the bossman begin chewing them all out...especially Rob. He nodded. "Yessir." He said, deciding that arguing with the boss wasn't a good way to go. Rob whipped out a quill and began scrawling down more notes down onto the parchment in front of him. He wondered if he could stick his hand into his desk and grab some more candy, but decided against it. He could see the boss doing something scary, like freezing his mouth shut. Rob glanced up to see the door open. With a sigh, he looked down and resumed writing. He had been wrong earlier. Desk work wasn't easy. It was downright hard.