The Office

Tseng exhaled a drawn out breath as he sat back in his chair, cracking his knuckles before going back to work, typing up a report for the latest assignment he and his elite team had had to do. After typing a few sentences, he looked up from his computer screen to see the other members of the Turks 'working' at their own desks.

We're just lucky the president isn't coming by… he thought to himself, pursing his lips. Rude was sleeping in his seat, snoring contentedly, though he had tried to stay awake - the fact that he was leaning backwards instead of his head resting on his desk was proof of that. Elena and Reno had pushed their desks together and sat on opposite ends, both concentrated on playing a game of long-ranged paper football. His eyes darted to the other side of the room to the ever-so discrete Cissnei, who was chatting freely on her phone. In the corner of the room sat Vincent, his eyes forever locked on a picture that, from what Tseng could see, was of Lucrecia.

He cleared his throat rather loudly as he stood, noisily slamming his hands on his desk, drawing the attention of everyone in the room - Hell, it even made Rude wake with a start - leaving only two finely dressed characters to continue to cause a ruckus, Reno having flicked the paper football, hitting Elena at full-speed, right between the eyes. She opened her mouth to yell at the snickering ginger, but was cut off by a stern look from Tseng.

"Look, I know you guys don't like paperwork - I don't either, and I'd prefer if we didn't have to do it. But it has to get done," he lectured, making eye contact with everyone, "So if everyone could get back to work, that would be ideal."

Not even a full ten seconds had passed after he was done talking, when everyone returned to what they were doing before, the room even noisier now with Elena and Reno arguing as opposed to getting along like they were earlier.

The man's eyebrows creased as he sat back down. Oh well. At least he had tried. Staring back down at his monitor, he returned to work, putting the finishing touches on his final sentence. But, as luck would have it, Elena made a move to whip the folded piece of paper at Reno's face, causing him to promptly duck. Time appeared to slow down as everyone in the room but Tseng saw the paper flying right for him. "Tseng!" yelled Elena in warning, but it was a bit too late; the corner of the paper hit the power button on Tseng's computer, shutting it off instantly.

His eye twitched. Rarely ever did Tseng save his work before he was done with it, but he felt saving every few minutes would be a new habit. Two hours of typing… Gone to waste… The room fell silent as he stood and left without another word. At that precise moment, discord happened, everyone righting the room in unison, eliminating the chaos as they got back to work. He was going to have their heads when he got back, no one had any doubts about that.

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"Here are our reports, Mr. President," spoke Tseng as he stepped forward, handing the small stack of papers to the President. He looked through them quickly - glancing over the name at the top then glancing at the corresponding person before moving on.

"Tseng," he spoke when he was done. "Where is your report?" The man stood up straighter, his muscles stiffening.

"Well… You see sir… There was a bit of a… technical error." At the word 'technical', he glanced over his shoulder with only his eyes to his fidgeting crew.

The president slammed his hand on his desk. "I want that report first thing tomorrow morning! I don't care if it takes all night!" The man shifted.

"Yes sir. I'll begin right away." Shinra nodded, expression furious.

"Dismissed."

As the Turks left the office, the leader glanced among his underlings, who all either smirked, or shot him sympathetic looks. He turned back to the front, unable to keep a smile from touching his lips. If you didn't mean so much to me… I swear, I would've taken that promotion in a heartbeat