Secretary Johnson

挨拶

The office feels like one level's of hell. The cooler got broken a few days ago, and working it's been though since then. The heat from outside slipps through the walls, and ceiling. And with that, the work gets sloppier, slow and overall, wrong. Everyone's making mistakes, and the paperwork keeps getting struck and messed. The hot weather is getting under your skin, and somehow, your boss leads you to —young and fresh of collage— Secretary's Johnson desk, the summer hire.