While sitting down at his desk, which was standing in the middle of the large office landscape that made up most of the Canterlot Post's building, Puzzles jealously looked at one of the private offices. Its owner just got promoted because of an – allegedly brilliant – article he wrote about Canterlot's alchemist guild, which was drawing a lot of attention recently. He just seemed to always be in the right place at the right time, while Puzzles was struggling to find any decent stories at all.
Not everything about it was bad though. Puzzles got to share a desk with the pony he considered his best friend. And he knew he could trust her, which is worth a lot in a world in which everyone has something to hide.
Using his magic, Puzzles placed the mug of coffee he had just prepared on his desk. Normally he would've brought one for his deskmate, who usually arrives around the same time as him, too, but she called in sick this day.
If he'd been honest, Puzzles didn't have any idea why he even came in that day. There wasn't really anything noteworthy going on, and the few things that were happening, were already covered by someone. This day, he was basically just sitting at his desk, daydreaming, and waiting for something interesting to happen, something worth writing about, something extraordinary that would give his career the boost he had waited for during the past couple of months.