7 AM, right on the dot. Rafayel saunters over to his office with an impish grin etched over his features, oozing with overconfidence as he gives himself a once-over at the mirror placed by his desk.

Pleased, he turns to face you, his secretary, lips parted open to make a short quip, but-

"I'd like to resign,"

His lips immediately thinned. Resign? What do you mean resign? You can't do that. You're his only secretary, you-

His response was swift.

"No."