Anguish Over Paperwork
"Hawkeye, I swear,
there's so much paperwork here that I can swim in it." Roy
Mustang muttered, sitting bored in his office. Outside rain felt in
sheets on Central. Drops of water striking the large windows of his
office made him wince, he hated rain.
"I thought you didn't like swimming, sir." His subordinate noted.
"I don't," He grumbled, "And that makes it all the worse." He sighed and stared at the papers, reports on this and that, useless forms that all required his signature. If this was what it was like being a colonel, how much paperwork will he have to contend with when he becomes the Fuhrer? He sighed again, the thought of drowning in an unfathomable sea of paperwork came to mind.
"Well, sir, you can always try to hire a secretary." Hawkeye suggested offhandedly.
"I thought you were my secretary." Roy joked but soon found that his sense of humor wasn't appreciated, the barrel of Riza's .45 in his face. "Sorry, sorry, just kidding." He held up his hands in surrender. She holstered her gun and sat back at her desk.
"Actually, that's quite brilliant!" Roy exclaimed after much thinking, slamming his fist into the table with excitement. "I will hire a secretary! Hawkeye, you're a genius!" And with that he bolted out of the room, leaving Riza slightly confused. She shrugged and followed him out of the room.