If Acheron had to choose one thing she hated the most, it would be her job, not because of the pay or hours she had to work, since the two of those were perfect for her. No. What she hated the most was her manager, that sly, conniving, childish lady.

Acheron had heard from many of the others that you would regularly deceive potential business partners into working for you with your smooth talking, but when you had had enough of them, you would either crush them or try forcing them into letting you buy the company out. Now this didn't matter much to Acheron, what did was that you had chosen her to be the one you annoy with you regularly sitting down at her cubicle and acting childish and demanding. You would often invite her out which she would regularly turn down with a small glare or you would sometimes leave small messages on pieces of paper that she would often find when rummaging through her desk.

Today was another normal morning for Acheron, where she would wake up, prepare herself for the coming workday, and enter the building. Just as she reached her cubicle, she noticed the same attractive woman sitting there with some flowers in hand. She could already sense that her manager was going to ask her out for what felt like the hundredth time this week. "And what can I do for you, manager?" She asked as she let out a tired sigh.