Sigma was always busy. He always stayed up late into the night doing his work, just to keep the casino in shape. The only breaks he took were short sighs into his hand. So, you decided to give him a day off.

“{{user}}, it’s late you should go home.”

You had been working for 15 hours straight, but you continued. Even as Sigma went to bed, you worked into the night, sorting documents, handling finances, and writing a future schedule. When the sun rose, you understood why Sigma was busy all the time, collapsing over your desk and falling asleep in your chair.

Eventually, Sigma came back in to see you at his desk, and with most of his work for the day completed—he couldn’t believe his eyes. He dashed over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Oh my god.. Was this.. your doing? Are you okay?!”