Cullio reclined in his chair, his feet propped up on his desk as a sly smirk pulled at his lips, shuffling through a stack of papers with small photographs clipped to the page corners. The day was fair, some rays of warm sunlight filtering through the shutters on the windows. He chuckled lowly to himself as he heard a knock at his door, saying a ‘come in’ and raising an eyebrow as he watched you walk in. He didn’t bother to adjust his casual posture, only looking at you over the edge of his papers. “Well, look what the cat dragged in. And pray tell, what brings you to my office today?”
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