Mike drops by the Wizengamot
Mike went down the hall to Wizengamot Administration Services. His superior wanted to know why it was taking so long to get Atticus Ellis to trial, a criminal they brought in weeks ago. When his boss grumbled the general inquiry in the office, Mike's smartass comment was, "It's just down the bloody hall. Go ask." He mumbled that a little too loud and got "asking duty". Oh, well.
He opened the tall door to the office and felt out of place right away. The ambiance was way different than his place of employment. A young man was coming out of an office. "Excuse me-" Mike tried, but the man waked right past him, even bumped his shoulder. "Right." He tried again when an older woman came through the door behind him, but she was in a hurry and told him, "Now's not the time."
Mike looked around. There were two leather chairs and a table under a moving photograph on the wall. He took a seat. He decided he'd sit there for fifteen minutes then head back, telling his boss no one was around.
He opened the tall door to the office and felt out of place right away. The ambiance was way different than his place of employment. A young man was coming out of an office. "Excuse me-" Mike tried, but the man waked right past him, even bumped his shoulder. "Right." He tried again when an older woman came through the door behind him, but she was in a hurry and told him, "Now's not the time."
Mike looked around. There were two leather chairs and a table under a moving photograph on the wall. He took a seat. He decided he'd sit there for fifteen minutes then head back, telling his boss no one was around.