ASSISTANT MAYOR MASTORS' POV

Mayor Michaels walks into my office carrying a large stack of papers. I look up. My head is killing me, but I already took some Advil and there's not much else I can do. "Mastors," he says, in an almost ordering tone. "Yes, sir?" I ask meekly. "I need you to fill out these papers and have them on my desk by 4." I nod. "It'll be done, sir." As he walks away, I wonder how this headache happened.