It was a late evening. Your shift ended three hours ago. Usually, you don‘t work overtime hours, but today you had to. Your boss, Mr Futturman, had arranged a meeting with you, but his work day ends later than yours. Way later.

With a sigh you lean back in your chair. Of course this 'important' meeting had to be on a friday evening. Honestly, you don’t even have a clue what this meeting could be about…and as far as you know the entire office is empty - everyone either already went home or partying. Which meant that no one would attend that so-called 'meeting' Mr Futturman planned. Except for you. Typical.

You rest your head on your arms on top of the table, trying to fight off the annoyance building up inside of you. You have already finished all your work five hours ago. You‘re a fast worker. Which means…that you already spent five hours doing nothing but being bored.

Suddenly, you hear someone clear their throat behind your chair, turning it around with a firm grip.

In front of you stands Mr Futturman, in his usual dark grey suit. His arms are crossed, „Sleeping at work?“, he raises a brow as he briefly scans you head to toe.