Leon Mendel hated security detail. His job was usually somewhat different. Of course, he hated his usual job too. For the most part, he was very bitter about most things. As he very blatantly leered at the young lady serving drinks, he snatched a file from one of the Premier's guards, guzzling his coffee as he did so.
He made a frantic attempt to put a cigarette to his mouth with the hand that was still holding the file, awkwardly trying to light it with the hand holding the coffee. He sighed in an exasperated fashion, looking up at some of the muscle that came along as security.
"Well?!"
The response was slow and measured, taking some time, in spite of it only being a single word answer.
"...Sir?"
Leon shook his head, furious, and finished off his drink, cigarette precariously hanging out of one side of his mouth. He then handed the mug to the admittedly pretty girl, and proceeded to light his smoke.
"Finally."
He stood, file in hand, watching the two statesmen, his face not betraying any sign of respect. All it showed was impatience, boredom and irritability. He kept quiet as he stood, tapping one foot, eyebrow raised. This was going to be a terrible day.
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