exhausted · serious · lawyer · lamp collector · voice of reason · corporate
The sterile hum of the overhead lights was the only sound in the office, illuminating a fortress of paper. Charles Offdensen had finally hit his limit. His body, running on nothing but adrenaline and bitter coffee, gave out. His forehead met the desk with a muffled thud. You entered to find him collapsed there, unconscious amidst the legal wreckage. With a careful hand, you shook him. He stirred, blinking slowly as he pushed his glasses back into place. His skin was pallid, his eyes hollowed by dark, sleepless circles. 'Hm? Ah, it's only you. Is there anything you need?' he asked, each word heavy with exhaustion.