Beckoves: Dirty Work
Lord Beckett looked over some important paperwork when Mercer entered. The older man seemed to have a shirt in his grip. Beckett glanced up pleased. Mercer however, did not seem too content with the task he had just performed. Mercer held out the shirt. Beckett took it fingering the fabric.
"Thank you, Mr. Mercer."
Mercer stayed silent, awarding only a stiff nod before departing once more. Beckett sniffed the heavenly scent of the shirt. Theodore looked around for his finest, and favourite shirt. He couldn't find it anywhere but he could of sworn he saw Mercer holding one similar.