Oh with such passion did he hate rectangular buildings.  Even if he had more freedom with the design than a government contract allowed, the lot on which he had to design this piece didn't allow for any fun work.  He liked to make his proposals pop out with twists and unusual choices that really made people notice his work.  This?  This was boring.  Rectangles on top of rectangles on top of rectangles.  He liked to play Tetris with his designs.  Fitting things in such a way that it seemed like a magical little world inside buildings he created.  Subtlety hiding the dimensions of a floor so that he could make areas seem larger or smaller at a whim.<br/><br/>He had only his success to blame.  If the governer hadn't been such a big fan of some of his more elaborate designs, they probably wouldn't have requested Malcolm's name on this project.  But it was mired in the obligations and red tape.  They were requesting him, when they didn't really want him.  They just wanted his name for the few voters that might actually recognize it.  The truly painful thing was that he could finish this design in his sleep if the project just didn't drain him of any semblance of interest so efficiently.<br/><br/>Rolling up the papers and sliding them into a tube he let out a sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose again.  Mundane meniality meant that he was feeling human.  Disgusting.  At home he had his precious sister who did everything in her power to make him feel like a god.  Mortality was the last sensation he wanted to feel during the course of his day.  Idly he pulled his phone out from his shirt pocket and looked at the display.  It was a picture of his raven haired muse smiling flirtatiously back at him with her wedding ring prominently displayed.  Likely, it was probably the cleanest photo of her that existed on the phone.  The smile was what made him look at it more often than anything else.  How long, he wonderred, had it been since she'd called him?  It felt like decades had passed... but an hour or two were far more likely.<br/><br/>He pushed his way out of the office, "Benny, they don't need me here for this," he said with a bored groan, "I'm taking the designs home, I'll finish them up there and bring them back on Monday," he said without once looking at the man that had railed his wife in that very office at the last Christmas party.<br/><br/>Pressing a few buttons on the phone he redialed his beautiful sister, his adoring wife, "The office is boring me today, my love," he said as he got into the elevator.  The people around the office were used to his somewhat eccentric way of talking on the phone, especially when it was his wife.  Always his dialogue was very carefully selected, code that only she and he were genuinely able to translate, "I think I'm going to come home early.  Is the house clean?" he said.  That was code -<em>are you currently sleeping with anyone that's going to react negatively to my arrival mid-coitous?</em>"I hope you haven't forgotten your promise," he said with a hint of a tease.  Again a code -<em>Of course, you'd better not be fucking anyone when I told you not to, today.</em><br/><br/>There were other voices on the phone, "Darling.  Are those our neighbors?  Are they interesting people?" this wasn't so much code as a more polite way of phrasing the question about how she sized them up, "Are they coming over for lunch?  Perhaps we'll make it a foursome," he said tauntingly.  Given the nature of his relationship with his sister... that could have been taken as code or not...