May 12, 2019
"Anything else you need, Mr Holmes?"
Keys clicked without stop. Miniscule dust feathers fluttered in already orange rays left to sneak in within blinders of a long passed midday Sun. Aught a sound, but a low hum, the air conditioner working despite summer not being close. A breath, and a stop. Paper rustled while a sheet was changed and the mechanical clicking returned to its course.
Long was an issue that required such an extensive report, an extensive ask for help, -–not that pride would allow admitting anything else, then consultancy.
As the door opened and some folders were dropped did he notice hours have gone by, and other people exist, still.
- I have no clue of what you have brought… - He did not even recall the name.
