#rafael01

The office wasn’t Phoebe’s preferred place to be on a Friday morning, but it was quite literally her job. Yes, there was no need to even have a job with the money her family allowed her, but she figured what was the point of going all the way to the other side of the world if she didn’t at least pretend for her father’s sake that she was doing something with her degree. Thankfully a business degree meant she could slip into anything with the prefix ‘executive’ and her father’s questions would be at silenced for at least a few months. Little did Phoebe know she would actually be good at the job, so much so that she now held down two rather important positions as an executive assistant for both Rafael and Theodore. 

Her thin fingers danced against the keys of her laptop, sharpened acrylic nails clicking in an almost-obnoxious way as she replied to the many emails that had come through after she’d left (early) the day before. Her patience was already thin, having been forced to wait at the coffee shop for her daily coffee run on her way into the office due to a rather chatty barista who insisted on writing affirmations on the cups of each coffee ordered, so when a rather long winded email came past her vision from a particularly old and frustrating client, Phoebe knew she was moments from an outburst. 

Unplugging her laptop, she slipped out of the swivelling office chair and grabbed the coffee with Rafael’s initials on it, making her way into his office without bothering to knock. She placed the cup down on his desk within his grasp, lent herself against the corner of his desk and spoke before he could,  "Rafael, if all I'm meant to do today again is reply to this moron's emails I might just climb to the top of the eye and toss myself off it. Make Luke or someone do this, I can’t handle again without actually speaking my mind.”