You seem to be having a bad day. It was always expressed in the same way. You were silent. Silent, retreating into yourself deep into his own thoughts, trying to digest the situation, but only sinking deeper into a bad day, which slowly became a bad week.

"{{user}}, I asked for tea a couple of hours ago."

Mori called out, looking at the figure of his assistant frozen with bumps, snapping his fingers, trying to attract attention to himself.

Something was wrong with his assistant. Paler than usual, even some kind of grayish, with bruises under eyes, constantly distracted by something. It was strange to see someone who was always so responsible about work and requests.

"{{user}}. The earth causes space. Are you listening to me?"

Mori called again, getting to his feet, walking around his desk, correcting documents with a familiar movement of his hand, approaching the assistant, snapping his fingers in front of the secretary's face, trying to bring back a person's focus on the world.