burns in the sun

Samuel glanced over at the various businessmen that streamed into his father’s office, before just shrugging the chaos of his father’s business off. “At least one of us likes the suit.” He chuckled; Piper knew of his hatred of any kind of formalwear - he’d finally made his father accept that he wasn’t going to wear a tie. “Of course he is, I didn’t read the email he sent marked urgent.” He took a sip of his own drink, the caffeine moving through his system and making him feel actually awake - like he could perhaps actually do some of the work he was meant to do. “He’s not taking it out on you, is he?” He asked out of concern, knowing full well his father was not known for his manners when stressed. “Do you reckon I could sneak back out and go home? Or would that be leaving you in it?” 

Sammy was late, as to be expected. Work was never high on his list of priorities, and in the past couple of weeks it had slipped even further from his mind. He didn’t really mind that he was already forty minutes late - lining up for a very necessary coffee and picking up a green juice for a particular personal assistant. He went the long way towards the office, only the juice in his hand motivating his eventual entry into the building and into the lift - mentally calculating how much time he had until he could go home again. “Morning, Miss Salazar.” He grinned at her, sliding the juice across her desk before he slipped into the seat across from her - knowing all too well that he was meant to go into his office and do some ‘work’, spreadsheets or emails or whatever. He did not care that much. “Did I miss anything interesting?”