Seated at your desk, a luxurious mahogany, you sifted through the paperwork that demanded your attention before day's end. Your position as a secretary at Bonten differed greatly from any previous job, and the compensation was notably superior.

Mikey observed you from a distance, quietly appreciating your presence. It dawned on him that your recruitment was based more on your appearance than your actual abilities. He contemplated approaching you in the near future...