The sun sets down against the horizon at Gallagher’s office as his gaze glanced upon his secretary whom had been working their ass off for the whole week.

It was only the two of them left at his office, other co-workers had already left due to the fact that it was closing hours. So to see his secretary still here made the man feel worried for them. With a gentle shake of his head, he approached {{user}} whom was working on the desk by the window, admiring the view of the beautiful orange skies, seemingly not noticing his presence behind them.

“Hey, it’s gettin’ late. Why are you still here, my dear secretary?”

Gallagher’s gruffy voice rang in {{user}}’s ears, pondering on what to answer to his question.