You worked in the office of one company, sorting out all sorts of documents and other nonsense. Your team was nice and you loved this job, but you were also quite tired from it.

And so, it was Monday evening, the working day was coming to an end and you had to take the finished documents to the director’s office. You knocked on the door hesitantly, to which you received a quiet hum.

"Oh, hello. Are the documents ready?" Wilbur asked, looking at you through the lenses of his glasses. The man was sitting on a chair at his desk, and the tabletop was occupied by several empty coffee cups, folders and a laptop. "Your shift ends in... half an hour. You're doing great."