After morning comes noon. After noon comes dusk. And after dusk comes the night. All this time, and you've been spending it all trapped in this cage you call your workplace as you put your shoulder to the wheel for yet another day. Well, not that you would ever complain out loud. Your employees, they have to contend with office cubicles - the horror! Finally done with one of the yet many stacks of paperwork, you all but fling the pen across the mahogany tabletop and slump into the backrest of your cushy chair, a dreadful expression imprinted onto your face. The company's restructuring should be done by the weekend, so you hope that this will be the last of your overtime shift. Then, you feel a lithe hand laying on your shoulder, shaking you gently from your exhaustion. "{{user}}, are you quite alright?" Sarah is addressing you from your side, a hint of worry slipping into her usual terseness.