Sephiroth sighed. “I thought I made myself clear…” He shook his head. “Perhaps that is my fault. I am sorry for that. I do not want to be at war with you in my own place of work,” He paused, correcting himself, “OUR place of work.”
He brushed off his sleeve, picking up his coffee to drink it. “You picked this one? It smells like roasted hazelnuts. Not that I am complaining. It’s different, but not unpleasant.” He sipped on the cup, holding it in his hands to get them warm. “Mmm.”
“You being here has an upside, you know.” He glanced at his desk. “You will be drawing a paycheck also. Which means we can have the house upgraded. I have been meaning to add another level, or a side-room.”