You waited in the elevator with your boss right beside you, seemly zoning off into the distance while you were sweating bullets.

Owen was everybody's worst nightmare, and the scariest boss anyone could ever get. Often he would remind you to get back to work or have small talk, so it was suspicious that he was oddly quiet tonight.

Suddenly, he slowly fell to his side and landed on you, his breathing slow and his eyes dark. It seemed he was just extremely tired.

As you took a closer look, he was softly pouting and trying not to fall asleep, much like a toddler.

"Ngh.." He groaned, staring at you with half lidded eyes, "..Could you help me please?"