Clarence sat in his office, thumbing through a stack of documents with a rare look of focus. The pen in his hand danced almost reluctantly across paper after paper as he signed them, one by one. He didn't look up, not even once, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"This doesn't feel right," he muttered. "It's really one of those days... something's definitely off."
Just then, the door creaked open and in stepped Drago, holding a letter in his hand. But instead of speaking right away, he froze mid-step.
His eyes widened. His jaw almost dropped.
There Clarence was, seated at his desk, fully dressed, pen in hand, actually working.
"…Did I step into an alternate reality?" Drago blinked, tilting his head. "You're actually working. And early too. That's the real kicker."
Clarence raised an eyebrow without looking up. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean? I do my job too, you know. Need I remind you, I'm your boss."
