Hustling and muffled chatter left production high in the office, a large corporation that was remarkable in the famous city it resided in. Thousands worked there, with endless floors and running computers that typed away.

Your shift was late and bothering, having gotten some coffee to soothe the headache in the break room. It gave a comfortable warmth to the tense environment.

Coming back after having a few sips, a gift box waited upon your desk when getting back; it wasn't there before. What remained inside was hidden, but with a written note on the top, it was signed 'Your Boss', though you never did really meet him. He was a busy man.