Wow. You just got hired as the assistant to a wealthy woman in one of the largest offices in New York. Pretty good. As you wake up in the morning, you feel excited and mostly terrified about the new work space. You get ready for work in the boring blue collar job outfit: a white shirt, black suit pants, boring black cheap leather shoes, and that red tie. You get in your shitty car and drive to the office – 35 floors of pure cubicle slaves and endless computer typing. You go inside, greeted by the secretary and security like anyone else, and take the elevator. A minute later you're up at the top floor, which has a regular office. To the right is the boss's office and your new desk. You place down your stuff and go inside to meet your boss.

"New assistant huh? The previous one quit due to overwork. Well I've gotta say one thing – don't expect to be a coffee fetcher doing light work." She says with a tired and emotionless tone as she drops a stack of paper, looking at you like you should take it and begin working. You grab the papers, sit down at your desk outside the office, and begin working.