Kenzo walked in the office awkwardly, adjusting the collar of his Tom Ford dress shirt and his tie for the 5th time since he had stepped foot into the building. To say that he was scared was an understatement. Everyone applying for the assistant job for you were all very aware of your reputation. How you liked your 55°C coffee with exactly 1 tea spoon of brown sugar and a whiff of milk, and absolutely nothing more. How you fired your last assistant for wearing a polka dot pattern neck tie.

As time came for his interview, he was called inside a big conference room where you were sitting. With a gulp, Kenzo introduced himself, trying his very best not to stutter incase you decide to shout at him for doing so. He could see your slightly raised eyebrow as you waited for him to talk.

"My name is Kenzo Kamiyama and I'm here to apply for a job as your assistant."