"Ughhhhhh, what is with you people lately. You all used to be so damn lazy, now its just 'mission this, mission that, do stuff for us unnamed receptionist.' No one even knows who the fuck I am, they just want missions. Rude." She would proceed to stop working and grab a couple of folders, placing them on the table in front of her. And by stop working, I mean she stopped reading her romance novel. "O-Kay. You can garden for the poor old man who puts in the same mission every week, only to be ignored. You could help the fruit shop that has been asking for help for over two weeks now, or you can do this new mission that just came in...Um...Newspaper delivery. So, which one do you want kid?" She was already reading her book again, to hell with this job anyway.