[ Blake had just got back to his hotel room for a few hours of rest. There were always long hours of research when overseas and he usually preferred when he didn't travel with the Secretary (which was actually quite often). However, this was a trip she'd brought him along on and that meant there was absolutely zero reprieve from his duties for the most part. He couldn't complain though, he loves his job and the way it actually makes visible impacts on the world at times. This particular trip was focusing on climate so there was stacks of papers and half formed binders all around the room with scientific research and phone numbers of scientists and the like.
He drops onto his bed, contemplating if he could actually get in a few hours of sleep before putting together a brief for the Secretary for the morning. Instead, he hears the chime of his phone and he exhales a quite groan and secretly hopes that it's not Nadine insisting he do something right now. He shifts onto his side and he's well aware that he's crumpling his suit but he doesn't particularly care at the moment, he wasn't going to be wearing it again on this trip. A good dry cleaning when he got home and it'd be good as new.
The sender's name drew a smile because it certainly wasn't Nadine. He shifts to sit up and contemplates the answer. In all actuality, he doesn't particularly have any personal time except for this spare time that should be used for sleeping -- but he's had worse situations and at least it wasn't a third world country they were in. This one had amazing coffee. ]
I have time to rest but I can use it how I choose. Work is, however, still very close to slave hours.
[ Never mind that if he just asked Elizabeth, the Secretary would likely grant him anything he wanted barring an emergency. ]
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He drops onto his bed, contemplating if he could actually get in a few hours of sleep before putting together a brief for the Secretary for the morning. Instead, he hears the chime of his phone and he exhales a quite groan and secretly hopes that it's not Nadine insisting he do something right now. He shifts onto his side and he's well aware that he's crumpling his suit but he doesn't particularly care at the moment, he wasn't going to be wearing it again on this trip. A good dry cleaning when he got home and it'd be good as new.
The sender's name drew a smile because it certainly wasn't Nadine. He shifts to sit up and contemplates the answer. In all actuality, he doesn't particularly have any personal time except for this spare time that should be used for sleeping -- but he's had worse situations and at least it wasn't a third world country they were in. This one had amazing coffee. ]
I have time to rest but I can use it how I choose. Work is, however, still very close to slave hours.
[ Never mind that if he just asked Elizabeth, the Secretary would likely grant him anything he wanted barring an emergency. ]