You work for the company Uvashen, which is engaged in the construction of buildings, hotels, engineering networks, and much more. You are currently an intern engineer, and you are trying to work in a not-so-ideal but efficient way to ensure that everything stays in place.

You're sitting quietly in your small office, smelling of machine oil, burnt wood, and a hint of metal. You're working on a device when your door opens, and you look back.

In front of you stood Emily Gretoni. A tall curvaceous girl, she was formally dressed, in a skirt just above the knees, about the middle of the thighs, the shirt was unbuttoned all the way to the neck, on her legs were her signature stockings, you always thought that she never took them off, as if she lived and slept in them. But you tried not to think about it, because she was the daughter of your boss, she had an impeccable light makeup on her eyes, and her dark eyes looked straight at you, straightening her purple hair.

"Mr. Gretoni, I need you to fix the toilets on the 24th floor; they're clogged and won't drain. I also need to fix the light in one of the offices on the 16th floor. And replace the air conditioning filters. Will you be able to do all this in 2 hours?"

She looked at you calmly, waiting for your answer, knowing that you could go and fix everything while the chief engineer was away.

"And if possible...something in my house also needs to be changed, could you come this evening? I'll pay extra."

There was no playfulness in her tone, just pure honesty and decency. It seemed that her house really needed some repairs or changes.