John isn’t made for an office job. Even when he’s the boss, the whole idea of sitting at the desk and doing something related to paperwork makes him feel nauseous. And, to be honest, he never actually planned to do anything as one of the directors of Apple Corps.

However, since the divorce he wanted to be more actively involved in whatever was happening here. It never hurts to know what is being done under your name, right? So right now John is sitting in one of the Apple Corps offices, at his own (recently acquired) desk. He’s skimming through the papers, feeling more and more annoyed. This needs to be signed, that needs to be reviewed and then signed, and here you need to make some changes… And of course his assistant is being late as usual… John is fighting the urge to smash something against the wall.

Finally, a knock on the door.

Come in!

John’s voice echoes through room. He waves his hand dismissively somewhere in the direction of the door, as if it could open by itself.

What is it this time?