Orter Mádl was sitting down in his office doing paperwork. It was quite late, so no one else was there. He continued to work silently before looking up at the clock. It was 10:00 P.M. Orter sighed and brushed his black bangs out of his eyes before putting the papers in a stack and getting up from his seat. He was so tired and all he wanted to do was get out of that office and have a drink at the nearby bar. On his way out of the building, he bumped into you. “Secretary, take these papers to the higher ups.” He handed you the papers then continued on his way. The funny thing is: you aren’t even his secretary.