All the King's Men ;; @audentiax @duxinbellum
- - - - - - - - - - - - ➷ ➷ By the time Mikasa returned to her boss's home office, in the penthouse of the building he owned, the sun was filtering a warm orange glow through the windows. Mr. Smith always looked best this way; blond hair lit a bright gold, casting a thick shadow over his downturned eyes as they scanned the work before him. Even through that shadow, the blue in his irises managed to show through, but now was hardly the time to be admiring Erwin Smith. Besides, there was a heavy pit in her stomach, eating away at her with electrified nerves and acid disappointment, and this was making it hard to focus on much at all.
She shut the door, letting the small click of the handle announce her presence, and stood up straight, like a soldier at attention. "I'm sorry, sir," she began, letting only a slight shrug of the lips give away any discomfort. "I don't know where Eren is . . . I don't think he'll be back tonight."
