The mission he had received today said that he would be required to fill in a position as secretary for the day, as the previous one had family problems and needed to leave early. The Uchiha shook his head in distaste, grumbling as he sat behind the desk. 'An Uchiha secretary? That was unheard of. Why do I have to be the one to do this?' He thought angrily to himself, shaking his head and slamming his fist on the desk. Soon,a rather stout and angered man stomped into the office, slamming his hands onto Syekren's desk and began shouting incoherently. Something about 'production' 'union labor' and 'a strike.' Syekren hardly caught the gist of what the man was saying, and held up his hand, the man's shouting ceasing near instantly."Sir, if you and your workers strike you can be easily replaced. Why not just do your work then go home? Instead of complaining about it be a real man. Alright, goodbye now."A few spec. jounin were standing in the corners of the room and moved to escort the male out. Syekren sighed, and began to file paperwork, doing his menial labor, hoping the day would go quickly. He couldn't stand sitting behind a desk and the spec. jounin were set to leave in a few minutes. He would have to deal with anything else himself and he wasn't allowed to start a fight. He watched as the next few minutes went by, his companions leaving for another job or mission and he sighed, shaking his head again. It was just him all alone now. He went back to filing papers, noticing a woman walking into the office, a rather angered look on her face, this was bad.

The woman stopped in front of his desk, and looked down at him, one of her small hands on her hourglass hip. "Your boss took something of mine and I want it back! I want my necklace!" Syekren rolled his eyes and looked back to the woman shaking his head. "Regardless of how much of a sleazebag my boss is, I can't help you with whatever you want that necklace for. I don't even know if it's yours to be honest. You could be one of his harlots trying to make a quick buck. I am going to have to ask you to turn around and leave the building unless you have legitimate business here." He pointed his hand to the door, leaning up out of his chair. The woman looked at him angrily and offended, reaching out and smacking him hard across his cheek. Syekren gritted his teeth as she left the building, a large red handprint upon his face. Another of the village's genin came to tell him his shift was up, and that he could leave. Syekren shouted out: "FINALLY!" and stood so fast, his chair rolled back into the wall, and he pushed the desk over, leaving the building in anger. The woman smacking him had left a large handprint that stung a bit and all because he was doing his job. Oh yea, this was going to be the last time that he would be some sleaze-bag's lackey for the day. He made his way to the Kazekage's office, turning in an hour sheet to the desk, muttering 'mission complete' and leaving the office quickly. He just wanted to go home and get some sleep, and put this entire day of annoyances behind him. As he reached his house, he smiled; one mission down.

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