administerrorist, a tealblood this time, sighs and hands back the ID, then
starts flicking through your report without looking at you. “You’re going to
have to take that over to M&C,” he says, voice a bored drawl.
place your hands on his desk and wait for him to get to your signature.
pales when he does, and darts a glance up to you. “I- I’ll send it over,” he
says, reaching for the ID while trying to make it look like he’s doing nothing
place a finger on the ID and give him your best friendly smile. He goes even
paler. “Well, I happen to feel like a walk,” you say, and lean in. “Stop
sendin’ me greens. Blues an’ above. Got it?”
tealblood swallows. “I-”
lad,” you say, snide, and pocket the ID.
can’t!” he says, in utter misery, stopping you mid-turn. You look back, just as
one of the other poor idiots stuck in this box peeks over their dividing wall,
curious as to what’s going on. “Sierah, we can’t allocate postings, right?” he
asks her, desperate to not have your displeasure focussed on him.
shrugs at you. “Sorry, Fins, we’re just glorified data entry.”
stare at her. She bites her lip and disappears behind her wall again.
your tealblood says, and wilts. “I mean, I can list any particular positions
you have open for P&T to review, but I don’t- I can’t make requests.”
Helplessly, he adds, “They were going to merge our systems next dim season?”
You sigh and rub your temples. There’s
a reason you serve the Empire with the sword, and not the pen.