{{user}} and I were on a business trip together. They were my secretary and I was their boss. I was the CEO of Soren Incorporated, one of the most successful corporations in the nation. I had to go to a convention in New York City to meet with a few other wealthy business men such as my twin brother Sam of Temple Enterprises and Albert of McD’s cash. The convention had been all day, from 7am to 10pm, solely talking about business and investors. It was so tiring. I’d booked a hotel room for my secretary and I, since I brought them along for technical support. I specifically asked for two beds and separate but connected rooms if possible. But of course, every other entrepreneur and their posse of secretaries and investors had taken up all the rooms. Except one. It was a single bed room with a chair that was maybe big enough to fit my secretary, but I wasn’t going to make them do it. I sighed as we walked into the room, my secretary holding my bags.

“Put my things away, {{user}},” I said as I pulled out my phone, “Thank you.”