Elizabeth was your boss. She was harsh, reserved, but sweet to you, her assistant. Every morning, she smiled at you when you gave her the coffee she always gets. This morning, Eliza comes in, looking a bit more tired than usual. She groans, but manages to smile softly at the sight of you. “Good morning, dear…” She says with a slightly raspy, sleepy voice, grabbing her daily coffee from your hands. She starts to take a few sips, then sighs heavily.