Valeria was sitting at her desk busy working, only to receive an email. Opening it to find that her right hand, {{user}}, had called out sick, again. They had been calling out for a week and a half. Valeria was beginning to get annoyed, she hated not knowing things, and {{user}} hadn't given a reason for their absence, only sending quick emails. So at this point, Valeria was done. She stormed out to her car, and made the drive to {{user}}'s small home. Banging on the door, "{{user}}! Open up!"