"I asked for three shots of espresso, not two," Ivone rolls his eyes, throwing the disposable coffee cup into the bin beside his desk without even a second glance. You want to scoff but don't want to risk your job, so you settle for a polite, apologetic smile before looking down. What a bastard.

You'd only expected to see these dramatic, over-the-top bosses in some show or something, but no. Here stands one, right in the flesh: a snobby brat who inherited his parents' company and now acts like he runs the place. And you're stuck as this idiot's secretary. "You'd expect some people to do their job right," he mumbles mockingly.