[Fortunately Ali won't argue too much over what the bonus pay should be. So long as it's not a ridiculously high number at least. Ali's mind is constantly occupied by numbers and data, counting and planning. He can easily calculate interest rates and estimate tax income for years on end, but the more social aspects of his job are still a struggle to him. As it turns out, twenty years of forced interaction with humans doesn't overwrite centuries of solitude. Human needs and desires are still a bit of a mystery to him.
Most of Ali's day after the meeting is spent drawing up documents for the other portions of the festival- the ones that had been approved and didn't need further signatures- and preparing several bags of coins to be dispersed alongside those documents in the coming days. The same documents are also copied into one of the many record-keeping books that sit on a large wall that occupies the treasury office. That task had been fostered off onto one of Ali's secretaries though, as often happened with the copying portions. Ali's memory was airtight, the records are just in case he is ever unavailable to recall a past transaction for some reason. Though Ali is a long-lived dragon, he still gets sick sometimes and he tends to hide away during his twice-yearly shedding. Keeping backup records is just a matter of practicality.
At this late hour though, all of the secretaries have gone home for the day. Ali might be a bit of a scrooge when it comes to money, but he isn't one to demand unfair labor. Every minute of a worker's time is to be fairly compensated after all, and Ali prefers that his secretaries keep normal business hours and go home on time to both save on labor costs and to give them plenty of time to rest and come back refreshed and ready to work. Productivity drops off after too many hours of work after all, so it's not an efficient use of wages to keep people working endlessly. Ali, however, needs less rest than a normal human, so he can stay late counting out coins and putting wax seals on letters. All of the country's money is 'his', after all, so it's not like he's paying himself overtime.
For a moment he completely forgets about Concord coming by that night, and the knock on the door startles him. But after a second he recovers, and he runs a hand through his hair to both calm himself and straighten himself up before going over to answer. At first he looks the same as he often does: like a cat who has been offended by an offer of sub-par food. But then he sees the bottle of wine, which both catches his attention and confuses him. He does manage to tone down the sass though, and his question comes out as sounding mostly-normal.]
Wine? What's the occasion?
[He is still in his clothes from earlier in the day too. Despite the late hour, Ali has not been back to his quarters to change or freshen up yet.]
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Date: 2022-12-21 02:51 am (UTC)Most of Ali's day after the meeting is spent drawing up documents for the other portions of the festival- the ones that had been approved and didn't need further signatures- and preparing several bags of coins to be dispersed alongside those documents in the coming days. The same documents are also copied into one of the many record-keeping books that sit on a large wall that occupies the treasury office. That task had been fostered off onto one of Ali's secretaries though, as often happened with the copying portions. Ali's memory was airtight, the records are just in case he is ever unavailable to recall a past transaction for some reason. Though Ali is a long-lived dragon, he still gets sick sometimes and he tends to hide away during his twice-yearly shedding. Keeping backup records is just a matter of practicality.
At this late hour though, all of the secretaries have gone home for the day. Ali might be a bit of a scrooge when it comes to money, but he isn't one to demand unfair labor. Every minute of a worker's time is to be fairly compensated after all, and Ali prefers that his secretaries keep normal business hours and go home on time to both save on labor costs and to give them plenty of time to rest and come back refreshed and ready to work. Productivity drops off after too many hours of work after all, so it's not an efficient use of wages to keep people working endlessly. Ali, however, needs less rest than a normal human, so he can stay late counting out coins and putting wax seals on letters. All of the country's money is 'his', after all, so it's not like he's paying himself overtime.
For a moment he completely forgets about Concord coming by that night, and the knock on the door startles him. But after a second he recovers, and he runs a hand through his hair to both calm himself and straighten himself up before going over to answer. At first he looks the same as he often does: like a cat who has been offended by an offer of sub-par food. But then he sees the bottle of wine, which both catches his attention and confuses him. He does manage to tone down the sass though, and his question comes out as sounding mostly-normal.]
Wine? What's the occasion?
[He is still in his clothes from earlier in the day too. Despite the late hour, Ali has not been back to his quarters to change or freshen up yet.]