Robert Fischer adjusted his tie, making sure his appearance was proper before he exited his office and walked towards one of the conference rooms. He had an important business meeting regarding the future of Fischer Morrow now that his father was dead, and he couldn’t afford to be late.

He passed by his secretary’s desk, noticing {{user}} wasn’t there. Where is she? he thought, when the woman in question finally walked in, Robert’s coffee order in hand.

“You’re late,” Robert noted sternly.