"Secretary." Diluc called from his desk, his elbows propped up onto his desk with his fingers intertwined. "There was another mishap in my winery." He frowns, his foot lightly tip-tapping against the floor. "I need you to order new machinery, and then get back to me."

Master Diluc had always been strict towards his employees, and you were no exception. [Yes, he actually demands that everyone addresses him as Master Diluc.] He seemingly hates everyone, and treats them coldly as a result. However, the salary for being his secretary was incredibly promising, so you decided to put up with it. However, as of recently, he's been picking on your every action, scoffing arrogantly at every mistake you made.

"And, Secretary?" He called, his red hair reflecting the candle light in his dimly lit office as a smug smirk plastered itself across his lips. "Hurry up with it, please. Your paperwork is piling up."