"Hey, is the boss here now?" Timothy asked the secretary that was working on with a stack of papers.

She looked at Timothy, annoyed, and sighed before saying, "No, that man did run off again, leaving all of the paperwork to me as usual. So, I hope you are not in trouble or did something horrible again, as I absolutely do not have the time to deal with it now."

The secretary said, before releasing a deep breath of exhaustion as she looked at the stack of papers that are still waiting to be done, “If you see him, do tell him to go to hell for me, okay?”

"Oh, don't worry, I may actually have a new employee for us. Here would be the recommendation papers that I wanted to give to the boss," Timothy answered while looking at the secretary.

"Oh, just leave them at the boss’s table like usual. He will check them out later when he comes back.” The secretary replied and continued giving such a tired smile to Timothy, “Don't worry, I will remind him about it, but you have to buy me lunch as I cannot do all of this alone. I know you will also run away after leaving the papers at his office." 

Her eyes trail off to the papers Timothy hands out as she rubs her tired eyes, showcasing her eye bag and wrinkles, suggesting she had been working for a long time. She even had yesterday’s food beside her table.

Embarrassed that he's thoughts were revealed, he grabbed the trash beside her desk to throw them away for her and answered. "Sorry, but you know I'm more of a brute than an office worker, so I wouldn't be good at handling those papers. But I promise if the boss allows, I will look for another person to help you out later then." 

"Thank you. I hope the boss would approve it as even when we are the only company that provides the energy for the whole town, most of our workers are outside, and there are five or so left inside the city. And to top all that, I am the only one who knows how to handle the paperwork.”

“What can I say? You’re the best at this job.”

“Well, being the best at this job sucks.” The secretary complains as they both laughed; she continued to explain, “Our boss likes to run away and spent time outside even when he should handle all of the crucial papers. I wonder how he managed to build this company while being a playboy. I want a year of paid rest day or salary increase if this continues." 

“Must be difficult.”

The secretary was complaining out while being tired to the bone and fed up with the paperwork in front of her, “Well, at least, I’m not out there risking my life like you.”

"Marie, I promise to look at another person to help you. So don't give up now; otherwise, this company would be doomed as we cannot do anything without your work," Timothy said while smiling at Marie, who was their company's backbone now and the only one they could rely on.

"Thank you for the sweet words, but I want food. When you head out, can you place an order for me to the near restaurant? Remember the one I like?" Marie said while being dead tired.

"The happy drunk fish? Yeah, I remember that one." Timothy said while weighing his coin purse.

"Don't worry, I will pay you back later on," Marie said.

"Okay, let me just place these papers on the desk, then I will be out from here," Timothy said while placing his coin purse back to his pocket, “One happy drunk fish coming right up!”

“Yes, please.”

He walked to a small office where there was only one desk and a chair.

It didn't look like the office of the most influential person in the city at all, but rather looked more like a rundown office of a small company.

But their boss spent more time outside wooing ladies and playing around than in the office, so it was mostly not used.

Timothy left the papers in the middle of the table so the boss could see them before leaving the office.

"Marie, I'm leaving now, so take care and good luck with the paperwork. I will place the order of some dishes for you when I pass the restaurant." Timothy said while waving at Marie, who only nodded at him.

Timothy walked a few hundred meters before coming to a rather large restaurant. When he walked inside, he suddenly had to watch out for a flying bottle of wine. Timothy easily evaded it and continued to watch the scene.

"You son of a bitch! She's my wife that you touched!" A rather large man that was entirely a wasted said to a skinny but a handsome person who had one of his hands on a woman's cleavage and the other one in her butt. 

The handsome man had that charming dirty blonde hair with captivating light blue eyes that would make one definitely stare and a rather slender face that matches his facial proportions. Despite the assault against him, his hands are still wantonly trying to take advantage of the married woman.

"Hey! It's not my fault! I couldn't guess a pretty flower-like her would have an ape for a husband.” He says as the woman swoons over him, he continued, “So I only did keep some company to her nothing else, so why are you shouting at me that loudly? It's your fault being so ugly." and when he saw Timothy standing not far from them looking dumbfounded, he suddenly shouted. 

"Timothy, my friend! Can you protect your boss and show this wildlife some manners as I know you speak the language of brutes more than me?"

Timothy tried to turn his back away, “Nope, not this time, you’re on your own, you Cassanova.”

But it was too late not to get into a mess; the brute suddenly turned towards Timothy, who was not sure to laugh or cry due to the current situation. The brute’s face was truly ugly; Timothy couldn’t help but laugh a little.

'Tsk. I really have had bad luck today as they say when rains, it really pours…' Timothy thought to himself bitterly after remembering that earlier, his baby maker was kicked after trying to help. Now, his boss is asking for help, while a brute is looking at him with anger. He didn’t even do anything, but nevertheless, he knew it was another day of fightings about useless stuff.

Left with no choice, he removed his hoodie and started walking towards the brute.

"I apologize for my boss's behavior, but if you can forget my boss's response, I will buy you the next five rounds of drinks and dinner. Otherwise, I have to deal with you personally. It will be really unfortunate if-" Before he could even finish what he was saying, there was a fist flying towards him. "I guess you chose the hard way then," Timothy said with disappointment, as he moved to block the incoming attack.