It was a plain dismissal, the manner gaunt shoulders would shift before a piece of folder in my grasp soon joined those others on the desk.
”Now… How are we doing?”
Stacking the loose leaf papers into their new manilla folder, he grimaces in apology. “Amidst a few dozen paper cuts I’ve managed to copy half of the records that were over twenty years old. All are in new folders, but I’m not sure how you’d like them organized, so I placed them in yearly order, and after that alphabetical." Pausing to take a breath, he looks playfully over his shoulder, knowing the formality is hardly required anymore. ”–Sir.“