Elliot actually has a separate office, but whether for the convenience of communication or because this chatty chatterbox just doesn’t want to be left alone, his office is connected to the outside. Although there is a door in the middle, the last time it was closed was probably the year of the donkey. , was flattened on the wall by a pile of debris placed by others, basically equivalent to non-existence.
The plants in the house are carefully maintained, and the flowers and plants near the window sill are all growing prosperously. Those that like light are on the outside, and those that like shade are in the corners. I am dying from the overnight tea provided by my lazy colleagues every morning, and the broken tea leaves piled in the flower pot are almost poisonous.
Elliot's wallet and keys were just thrown on the table, not afraid of anyone taking them--although in Casper's opinion, there was really nothing to take.
Casper waited in his office for a while. He was bored and the smell around him was unbearable. He had a premonition that Elliot would not be able to come out for a while, so he sent him a message: "You need my help." Want to feed the cat?"
Elliot only replied a few words in his busy schedule. He was probably too busy to take care of it. Casper took it as his acquiescence, picked up his keys and left.
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