Magi pushed back his chair so fast Luna had to hop to the table to keep her footing. Papers slithered like startled fish. He walked around the desk, palms placed firmly on the edge, and peered at Orion as if measuring the size of the storm about to hit him.
"What more work, Boss? Aren't I busy enough?" He swept a hand over the table, inkpots, tied contracts, a scattering of seal stamps like sleepy beetles. "These are not decorative."
Orion's mouth curved into a wicked half-smile. "I notice you still have time for booze, so clearly you have time for more work. And relax, I won't dump everything on you."
Magi's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "At least tell me what you planned this time."
Orion's gaze flicked to the right side, two low sofas facing each other over a tea table, cushions worn-in by too many negotiations over the months. "First sit. This'll make more sense and keep you from fainting."
