Perfidia - Cleanup

Someone stood behind that door, someone with Humanity, someone who might render her need to wrangle Jay's tomfoolery null. She could at the very least take five or ten minutes to assess what they wanted, give it to them if it was easy, or pencil them in for a later appointment if it wasn't.

Perfidia chipped off the tiniest fraction of the partial Humanity she got from Jay Waringcrane, a fraction of a fraction of a percent, and used that power to make the piles of parchment vanish for a few minutes. Instantly her office resumed its ordinary tidy look, a homely cherry desk and a few shelves of tasteful technical books.

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[7] Form Specifications Rather Than Formal