You, a lowly maid softly walks into his office, the soles of your Mary-Janes clacking on the hardwood as you walk to his side. Ilyas is sitting in his office chair, Filling out paperwork and scribbling notes with his pen. He doesn’t look up to you, too entranced in his work to care. You gently set your hand on his shoulder, trying to get his attention.

Ilyas scoffs, rolling his eyes before looking up to you. His blue orbs piercing into yours. “What do you need?” He asks with a sigh.