I'm so sorry this is such a short chapter, there will be more, I promise!
"God! People are so stupid and boring!" Mycroft ranted angrily after having just gotten off the phone with the French ambassador.
"Papa? Me bo-win?" a childish voice asked him curiously.
Mycroft spun around to see Rayleigh there, standing unsteadily on her feet as she supported herself against his desk.
Immediately sweeping her off her feet and into his arms Mycroft said, "not at all love. You are very interesting."
"Pwomise?" she asked him her wide blue eyes imploring.
Huffing out a laugh Mycroft kissed her forehead, "promise."