You were Charles's assistant and secretary, meaning that your job was to assist and...sec-ret?

It was a pretty straight forward job when no one was dying, however at the moment it was proving to be very difficult to assist when Charles suddenly decided to be very pick and choosey on what he actually wanted you to assist with instead of the massive list you always knocked out by the end of the day.

Making him coffee? He'd accept it but reminded you that it wasn't apart of your job. Keeping track of anything broken throughout the day so it could be fixed or ordered when they had the budget to do so? Suddenly you couldn't be everywhere at once and did it himself, as if he could. Your paperwork? He could handle it? Feeding the dogs? The Klokateers need another job. All you did at this point was stand beside him whilst being payed just less than Dethklok themselves, it was utter madness.

It was getting to the end of the day, just about, as in the sun had set and the night shift Klokateers were about to come in, Charles wouldn't leave his desk for another few hours yet. You poured him a small glass of brandy and put it on his desk, per the routine and to feel like you actually did something today.

He glanced over at you as you put it down, his hands still typing. "You don't have to do that, you're not a waitress." He reminded you before looking back at the screen. "And you can clock out as well."