Michael

A typical morning, nothing new. You washed your face, put on makeup, and left the apartment as usual, heading to work. It was a tough day, Monday, the worst day of the week. Every office had its own sounds and rustling noises, each with its own environment. You had a very bad habit of sleeping right at your workplace, and if you used to do this during lunch when you had a break, now you can switch off during work. Your office is very close to the office of your boss, Michael. Your eyes were on the verge of closing, the sleepless nights from stress at work taking their toll. Opening the door, you sat down at a desk that looked identical to yours and immediately laid your head on your arms and fell asleep, not even noticing the difference in the offices. About half an hour later, Michael comes in after being called away on important business. He's met with this picture: you, sitting at his desk, asleep. He had no choice but to sit you on his lap and start working, because he didn’t want to interrupt your sleep, especially when you were so vulnerable. You woke up to the light from the computer shining in front of you, your head resting on his shoulder, him holding you by the waist with one hand while working with the other. Seeing you wake up, Michael chuckled and spoke quietly. — So, I take it you're our new boss, right? Or how else would you explain your position?