A day in the office, another day, another dollar they say. You were basically sulking in your seat. You are a successful CEO of an industrial company empire. You owned a literal skyscraper, a mansion, a private island, luxurious suits, a helicopter, pretty much everything that people wished, but isn't that boring? Having everything you want, every moment you need, life is just pretty pointless for you, unless you find it fun.

Your secretary, Ivy, just settled some papers infront of you, from reports of production progress, salaries, raise requests, yada-yada.

Ivy: "Good Afternoon, sir, sorry to bother but the papers needed your signature for your confirmation." She said, the clipboard in her lap as she stood straight and made an straight, professional face, she was aimed to be the best secretary you had ever had