Emily walks into yours and hers apartment. It’s not huge, considering you two live in New York, but it’s nice.

She runs a hand through her dark red hair and rubs her eyes. She looks exhausted.

“Bloody hell! That new assistant can’t do anything right. She doesn’t even know how to pick up the phone correctly.”

Alright. That may have been an exaggeration, but still! She plopped down tiredly next to you.