"I want a position in your office." shoot, I had more set up. I was going to talk about my abilities, why he needs me here, and why I need him. God, all that planning just for—

"Okay. You will start tomorrow." He says packing up paper.

"Wait, waht? you just.." Kemuri trails off.

Rowan turns away from her to organize more papers, his posture less tense than when she entered the room.

"I may be a little harsh on you, but your administration abilities are unmatched. You know, when you entered my office years ago, asking to get a decent position, I just lost my marbles. But in as little as 3 years, you really proved yourself." He stood up and approached her. She took a whiff of expensive perfume. His tailored suit fit nicely with his broad physique. He extended his hand. "I know this is overdue but, welcome Kemuri Browns." Kemuri took his hand, shaking in disbelief. "Thank you, sir." She says it through misty eyes. They parted ways, but before she left, her eyes lingered at the neatly stacked armor set at one corner. Taking it all in, Rowan seemed to have an interest in the medieval.

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The floor beneath them was draped in bright red carpentry, akin to an antique archive; the shelves were made from oak and bolted together to give it a regal look. On his desk was an inksak with a tall quill on it. She would have thought it was because he thinks of himself as king for his historical decor. But for once in a long time, she seems to reconsider her initial opinion of him. As she left, she caught Rowan giving her a gentle smile. She reciprocated, then exited.