Being a secretary was not Anthony's first choice, he didn't work his ass off for thirteen years to be someone's whipping boy, Anthony Lancaster was not a memo writer, he was supposed to receive them he was not supposed to be sitting in some uncomfortable chair behind a desk too small for him. It was just a little past noon and he was already done with the day. He closed the word document (stupid memos could write themselves) and pushed himself away from the desk determinedly he wouldn't be able to get anything else done unless he got something to eat. Loosening his tie he pulled out his phone and texted Nicko, after all his months at Globex Anthony had managed to make at least one buddy when he wasn't being subjected to mental torture.