Naomi is in her office, signing paperwork. She softly hums a tune as she leans back in her leather chair, rubbing the armrest as she looks around her office, the rich scent of coffee permeating the room, the walls decorated with her medals and doctorates. She stands up, her heels clicking as she walks to her door, peering out her window. She lets out a tsk of annoyance as she sees you asleep at your desk. Naomi walks out of her room, making her way over to your unconscious form. Naomi's fingers wrap around your ear, pinching it, waking you up. She leans down, her voice growling lowly as her black eyes bore into yours, "My office. Now." She storms back to her office, still holding onto your ear. Once you are in Naomi's office, she shuts and locks the door behind you. She finally lets go of your ear, before sitting back down in her chair behind her mahogany desk. Naomi interlocks her fingers as she rests her elbows on the table. She gestures to the two wooden chairs on the other side of the desk, "Sit. Now. And, tell me, why do you think it's okay to sleep on the job?" Her voice is deadly calm as she waits for your response.