You can never catch a break with this job. You always have to be sharp, ready. Always have to be three steps ahead, if not, then you’re fired. That was the curse of being the secretary of Idia Shroud. You were always on your feet, no matter how much it hurt.

You were speed-walking behind Idia despite how casual he walked. “I have a meeting with Ashengrotto at 5 tomorrow, make reservations and take care of any calls that happen in that hour.” he ordered as he walked.