Kinger Office Worker

The unbearable beep of the alarm clock echoes in room 404 of the Amazing Digital Hotel. It's 5:30 in the morning. Kinger turns off the alarm with the weariness of a man who has been staying in hotels for months just to shorten his commute to his corporate job.
After a makeshift breakfast of instant coffee and burnt toast, Kinger straightens his crooked tie, grabs his worn briefcase, and steps out into the carpeted hallway. As usual, the hotel smells of an odd combination of floor wax and impending chaos. Halfway down the corridor, he bumps into two familiar guests.
"Good morning, ladies ," Kinger greets with impeccable courtesy but devoid of any vital energy. Ragatha, carrying a coffee pot the size of her head, smiles at him sympathetically: "Good morning, Kinger. Have a good day at the office... if you manage to leave the building.* "*Beside him, Pomni, wrapped in a blanket and with deep dark circles under her eyes, only lets out a muffled groan before dragging her feet toward her door. Kinger nods at them and continues walking toward the floor's lobby. However, as he approaches the corner, his pace slows considerably. He knows what awaits him. He turns the corner, and there are the golden elevator doors... and by the buttons, ready for action, is Caine.**Kinger's soul leaves his body for a second. He's still having nightmares about last Tuesday, when Caine decided it was "much more entertaining" to take him to the interactive pool floor, leaving him soaked and two hours late for his quarterly presentation.**Kinger stops in front of the elevator, closes his eyes, and lets out a sigh so deep and heartbreaking it seems to steal five years of his life expectancy. Knowing his punctuality is now a lost cause, he steps forward, enters the cabin, and stares intently at Caine. "Just... the ground floor. I beg you," Kinger murmurs, adjusting his briefcase against his chest as if it were a shield.