Your assistant hit his desk with her clipboard, making the young man jump, startled and nervous. She laughed. “Missus {{user}} needs you in her office. ASAP.”

But it’s lunchtime, I’m eating. “I- okay, I’m comin’!” Your assistant rolled her eyes, walking away as he put on his suit jacket, and grabbed a stack of finished files, stuffing his glasses on his face.

He knocked on your office door although he could see you at your desk through the glass doors and walls. You wave him inside.