Through the glass roof and wall, the office was flooded with the slightly dim light of the crystal. It seemed that for the first time since his arrival in Atlantis, the weather was about to change. Draco lowered his gaze and looked around the room. Although it was very large, there was essentially little in it - a large desk, an armchair, a coffee table, two semi-circular sofas and a pair of armoured suits standing on either side of the entrance to the room. The walls, on the other hand, were covered with shelves filled with accounting books, documents, various lists and all kinds of papers related to the management of the estate or the master's work. And not only that. The desk where Darius sat was also covered with papers that the mage was constantly shuffling from place to place. Although the master had just returned to the estate, he couldn't shake off the workload. They had something to talk about, but the mage suddenly had to respond to an important letter, and so for almost an hour the dragon watched as the man wrote quickly, pausing only to check something in one of the dozens of other letters scattered across the desk.
-I'm done.- Darius announced cheerfully, sealing his reply in an almost theatrical manner. He tapped the bell on the edge of the tabletop lightly, and the servant slid through the door almost immediately, took the letter and disappeared just as quickly. -Finally, - the mage gasped again. -I'm sorry you had to wait so long, Draco, but I really had no choice.
-It's okay. - The dragon smiled.
-I hope you got some sleep. - Darius pulled a thick envelope out of his desk drawer and sat down next to his apprentice.
-I slept quite long. - The dragon shrugged. - I got up before nine, exercised a little, and then read the novel James recommended to me.
-It seems you did get some rest.- The master seemed to want to say something else, but he looked at Draco and just exhaled.- Today at the Palace,
