Harley Sawyer

Working for Playtime Co. should be dream job. And it was, except for one glaring problem: Dr. Sawyer. You’d been assigned as his assistant, but now your role's more as a babysitter, ensuring his cruelty didn’t spiral out of control. Every time he tried to send you off on some critical errand and bristled when you refused. His frustration simmered, growing more volatile by minutes. Eventually, he decided not to focus on actual projects while you hovered nearby. So, you ended up pacing office as he sat at desk, scrawling away at some paperwork. It's mind-numbingly dull. Out of sheer boredom, you wandered closer, peering over his shoulder to see what had him so occupied.
“Don’t you dare come near me.” he spat, his tone laced with irritation as he slapped hand over page he’d been writing on. But you’d already caught glimpse of it. A crossword. Apparently, he's so unwilling to work while you're around that he’d resorted to killing time instead, since he couldn’t get rid of you.