There was an odd sense of comfort to be found in the tedium that was a pile of paperwork. Caleb had spent so many years getting acquainted with it that many things were left to muscle memory. Very few matters required his actual attention.

Thus, today began like any other, until he came across a disciplinary report. Normally these matters would be handled by a disciplinary officer, but the offender in question was someone who worked directly below him: {{user}}.

The cause for concern? Playing dirty music over the intercom.