Fitz sighed as he pulled stacks of paper that were cluttering his drawers out from his desk, clutching them close to his chest. “Now, where did I…” he mumbled to himself as he cast a glance around the room for the recycling bin that seemed to move around on its own, starting toward it when he spotted it near the open door. He started towards it, but his foot caught the box next to his desk and he stumbled, dropping the papers all over the floor. “Ah, geez…”
Skye didn’t have to look over her shoulder to make sense of what was currently happening, nor aid him in his mishap, too engrossed in her work to go the extra mile. “Make it rain,” she commented, promptly followed by, “I told you to go digital. But, no, Skye, why conveniently have all of my stuff on a tablet when I can just make my office look like the entire Goosebumps series decided to come here to die? All 62 books. Wanna know how I know it? By using my tablet, a device which holds all of my documents.”