<div style="text-align: justify;">Doug pulled into his parking space out front of the JSCS building in Willow Crescent. Killing the engine, he slid the key free and opened the door. He stood clear so Fred could bound out of the truck and down onto the asphalt. Reaching back into the cab, he picked up his coffee and the two cakes. Balancing his load on one arm, he slammed the truck door shut before locking and immobilising his vehicle. Taking the few steps between his space and the door into the office, Doug pulled the door open so Fred could run in ahead of him. Entering the building, Doug first noticed Jane typing something on the computer. She looked up as he entered and smiled.<br/><br/>"Good morning, Doug!" He couldn't explain why his secretary's upbeat and energetic greeting always seemed off. Maybe it was because she usually sounded like she was trying to hard to appear happy to see him. Doug would settle for genuine emotion over false appearance any day. After all, he knew his parents and they were still very much in love. It had used to gross him out as a kid and teenager, but after starting and breaking a few relationships of his own, Doug has come to understand just how special that relationship was. At the end of the day, Jane just wasn't the type of woman he could see himself settling down with. He nodded to Jane as he walked past her towards his office.<br/><br/><strong>"Morning Jane. Anything new?"</strong> Pausing at the doorway, he looked over his shoulder at Jane and she just shook her head. Walking into the outer office, Doug nodded to his mother. Not wanting to disturb her phone call, he bent down and kissed her cheek. Leaving the cupcake Izzie had given him on his mother's desk, Doug turned and entered the inner sanctum as he liked to think of it. Fred was already curled up in his basket along the left wall, pretending to be asleep. Putting the coffee and cake down on the desk, Doug seated himself in the leather chair, closing his eyes and sighing at the comforting sensation. It had taken a few years after his father had left the company before he had felt comfortable in that chair, but now it felt like an old friend. After a second, Doug opened his eyes and bought the coffee cup to his mouth. Taking a long sip of the warm, bitter liquid he smiled. Putting the cup down, he turned his attention to the paperwork he had left out the night before. Finding the point at which he had left off, Doug lost himself in figuring out the work schedules for this new project.</div>