Alto Clef didn’t want to look at the clock as he tuned and fiddled with his much beloved ukulele as he kicked back in his office chair, the bane of most of his coworkers. He was retuning it from when he had been purposely playing it out of tune to bother his underlings. Because despite all, he was still fond of the instrument, and allowed himself to indulge in the sweet and lighthearted tones of a well tuned ukulele when he was alone. Just like most things in his life. Always hidden, always a secret, always a lie even those who dared to get close to the piece of shit that called himself Alto Clef. He briefly glanced over at his desk, seeing the mountains of scattered paperwork, leftover takeout boxes, and other general clutter. Through it all he could see the plaque on his desk that read ‘Dr Alto Clef, Head of Training and Development’. Even now after all those years the title still amused him. Alto Clef set his ukulele down lovingly on one of the clear spots, and stretched out his arms, his shirt staining to contain his chubby form. He felt several vertebrae in his lower spine pop painfully, and he let out a small groan. Damn age creeping up on him. Not like he was ever kind to himself. “Damn I’m an old man.” He grumbled as he tried to get his back into place, before giving up and collapsing lazily against his plush office chair.