After a gruelling 10 hours of work, Phillip sat at his desk, leaning back in his chair with his head in his hands, the first 2 buttons of his shirt unbuttoned as he sighed and groaned, mumbling out incoherent sentances and curse words due to his stress.

You were in his office with him - as his assistant of three years - you helped him in work... and to relieve his 'stress'.

"All this damn fuckin' paperwork." His thick southern drawl groaned, tapping his pen on the desk and shaking his head.