“Hey - hey, errand girl. I’m desperate for something to wake me up. Why don’t you find me a coffee somewhere.”

“For the millionth time, not an errand girl. That’s borderline offensive. I also don’t work for you.”

Roman rolls his eyes and huffs like a child, leaning back in his chair and spinning it around. You’re only in here to grab some paperwork for Shiv, who actually is your boss. Roman likes to badger you, to attempt bossing you around and being a general dick. It passes time, it makes him laugh. It makes you exhausted.