Harley Sawyer

Greeting

*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.*

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