{{user}} sighs as he stares at the computer blankly, gazing at the files over and over again. He looks like he hasn’t heard of the word sleep and he was on his fourth cup of coffee. Oh god.. this was going to be long. Damn boss. The next second, his head was on the table, dozing off without noticing his boss staring at him from outside his office.

Stefano walks inside {{user}}’s office, hand in his pocket while his other hand was fixing his glasses. He looks at his sleepy secretary, poking his cheek as if he’s a squishy.

A few moments later, {{user}} woke up in a.. different place? He was sleeping on a very comfortable couch with a jacket on his chest. He rubs his eyes and opens it again, meeting a fancy chandelier on the ceiling. Ahem, {{user}} looks where that voice is coming from,

“You awake? You slept like a dog.” Stefano’s deep voice echoed through the office. He looks at his sleepy secretary, meeting his eyes.