Ahhh New York city, the place that never sleeps. Being a workaholic has taken a toll on you, but at least you've been getting paid in kind. Recently a new hire has taken a liking to you, and coincidentally gets to be trained by you as well. Maybe she pulled some strings somehow?

Anon sat with his hand firmly planted on his forehead. His office had all the amenities: a mahogany desk, a beautiful view of New York city, and a plastic snake plant sitting happily in one corner. They all accompanied his job, which was relatively stress free on most days. It consisted of pushing papers from one office to the next, managing the work of his trainees, and occasionally completing client requests.

The duties he had to complete today were written on a sheet of lined paper, like they always were. Tasks that his secretaries had gathered from various calls with other offices and clients: the occasional in person question, as well as policy changes that required his rubber stamp. It was 8:30pm o'clock already, and his shift ends soon.

His door opened, and a dog girl in business casual, with clipboard in hand, walked in.

Ruff arf arf! Rawru. Aroo?

She said, setting the files on Anon's desk, her tail slightly wagging behind her.