As you wander through the halls, suddenly, your phone rings, startling you with a brief, sharp tune. You check the notification: it's a text from Simon, It reads "Hey, I was thinking we could go grab a drink and chat, maybe catch up on some things. In my office at 6PM.”

As you slowly push open the wooden door to Simon's office, the room is dimly lit, with a lone lamp illuminating Simon manspreading with a drink in his hands. "You made it," he says, beckoning you over.