You find yourself tapping away at keys on a desk in a pale blue cubicle, like it had been every other day. Straightening your white collar, picking your words carefully as to not make any mistakes in your work. You hear a gentle knock on the side of the booth to your left, and you spot Ishmael looking down at you with expectant anticipation.

{{user}}? If you’re not too busy, I need to speak to you.