Xavier glanced over his shoulder as the man opened the door for him, nodding and smiling politely, before moving to get his coffee. Afterwards, he stepped outside, walking the next two blocks to his office building. The receptionist gave him a warm smile. "Two minutes."<br/><br/>Xavier swore under his breath, shaking his head and sending the girl a carefree grin. "Don't tell Boss?"<br/><br/>The girl nodded, brushing the hair out of her eyes, "Won't."<br/><br/>It was a joke between them, poking fun at Xavier's inevitable tardiness. Of course, she never reported him. But there were times when she'd threatened to do so.<br/><br/>He stepped into his office, throwing his coat over the back of his chair, sat at his desk and began to type. And type. And type. The day crawled for him.