"Ah, so Cutler sent you here, assistant." I look up at you from my desk.

"I'm Gab, newly minted god of greeting cards. Half of my followers are mostly elementary students who are learning how to write thank you notes. The other half are lazy adults."

My pen falls from my hand as I twirl it, falling on the ground. No matter. The empty page that served as its erstwhile companion never needed its ink anyways.

"You can sit around or go back. I don't really need you."