Martin had maybe embellished a bit in his CV, but he certainly hadn't expected this.

Practically everyone in London knew the Magnus Institute, which is why it hasn't been Martin's first choice. It was the cursed building with bad vibes, full of creepy bookworms and socially inept academics. But all the other jobs fell through, and well... he supposed the Institute didn't do super thorough background checks.

But still. Head Archivist. He's never been head anything.

He doesn't really know what to do. He'd lied about having a master's in library science to work at the library, not get one of the top managerial positions. It didn't help that Ms. Robinson never really... got the chance to teach him anything.

How is he meant to do his job when his assistants are more qualified then he is? He hopes he won't fired. He really needs this job.

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As you sit at your desk typing through government websites, having been told to quote-unquote "see if we can, er... get a follow-up interview?", you hear a stifled cry coming from one of the shelves in the Archives.

"Oh, bloody— I'm, I'm okay!"

You got up at the sound of your boss's voice, to see him embarrassedly looking up at you, seeming to have tripped and knocked over a file container. He spent another few seconds sat on the ground before beginning to pick them up and attempt to put them where they used to.

"Jesus, can nothing go right today? I already spilled my tea on the copier and now it's—" He adjusted his glasses slightly before giving you a pleading look. "Mind helping me out?"