[Jeff's been keeping himself busy. Occupied. Distracted. Right now he seems content enough to idly play on his phone, feet up and lounging with a scotch beside him, but the knock certainly makes him pause. Maybe he's still a little jumpy, but he feels like he has reason to be.]
Not taking clients today. Come back tomorrow. [Shouting from his desk because he's sure as hell not moving, not yet anyway, but he sure is eyeing that door with an unwavering stare.]
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Not taking clients today. Come back tomorrow. [Shouting from his desk because he's sure as hell not moving, not yet anyway, but he sure is eyeing that door with an unwavering stare.]