Miles Edgeworth was in an even moodier than usual that morning. He had arrived to work early, and was already working away hard at his desk when Dimitri came in. The air nearby smelled very strongly of rich imported caffeinated tea, and a damp patch still existed on the ground near his table where the lawyer had spilled it.
“Hello,” He said, not even bothering to look up. “Take the files in the Outbox to processing. We’re nearly ready to move out and I don’t want anything to be left behind.”