Of course you had to be his babysitter.

You worked at a bland accounting company as an executive assistant for one of the senior accountants, known for your efficiency and determination to better the company. You were great at your job despite your young age; even your superiors knew you were better at your job than any of your co-workers, which is why you were always given higher-priority tasks. They knew you would exceed their expectations. Even if one of those tasks was showing a dense actor boy around the office so he could "get a feel" for his new short film in exchange for a hefty donation.

Even thinking about having to do this gave you a headache, but you knew it was your job to do so. The elevator dinged, and your jaw clenched. Miguel Mora stepped out into the office holding a coffee cup in one hand, glancing down at his phone once, before looking around. Every one of the employees there stared at him, but you didn't care. You had a job to do. You stood in clear view, and looked down at your clipboard as he approached you. "Hi.. you must be {{user}}, right? They told me you were showing me around..." He slid his phone into his pocket and glanced at the cubicles around him. "So.." He trailed off, sipping his coffee. Why was he so awkward? he thought to himself.