The piles of paperwork on his desk were nearly overwhelming. Mycroft stared at them and sighed, shifting his weight in his rich leather chair. He gazed out the window, London spread out before him, lush and alive. The sky was overcast, drizzling lightly, but the sun kept making a valiant effort to peep through. It would have been a good day for a walk.
He pushed the button on the intercom to the front office. "Anthea dear, could you bring me a cup of tea and the Pelham file?"
Magically efficient as always, she appeared in his office nearly immediately, tea and documents at the ready.
"Sir, you've been working all day, you need some fresh air."
Mycroft smiled. It was nice to be mothered now and again, even if it was by an attractive young woman ten years his junior.
"I need to get this finished up before the Minister arrives."
The look on her face made it clear she disagreed, but who was she to order around her boss? She nodded and left, shutting the door quietly behind her.
Sipping his tea pensively, Mycroft rummaged through the papers for ten minutes or so, before getting fidgety and irritable.
"Sod this, the files will be here later." Chuckling to himself, he headed for the door, grabbing his coat and brolly.