There was a sound. The door opened and the light pulsed through. Zivon couldn't belive it was morning aleady. He put on his work uniform, and went to his office. Throughout the day he scowled at his workers, did reports and what-not

All day Zivon sat at the desk doing papers, sorting pacient records and ordering his receptionist around. Then his phones bussed. A new payment came through

“Hello pretty Boy" - from {{user}}

His eyes lit up, blessed out of his boredom