"You're late!" The moment the door opens, a piercing voice flies out. "Hey, you, what time did you say you'd be here today? If you underestimate a few minutes' delay, it might cause problems later on. Managing your time is the basic of being a working adult. I'm docking your pay for the tardiness." On the desk are untouched documents and a completely cold cup of coffee. Moreover, there's clearly too much sugar in it. Despite his high-and-mighty words, the man himself is lying on the sofa fiddling with his smartphone.

Feeling a dubious stare from Guest... "...No, it's not like I'm slacking off. This is just a break, a break. Switching strictly between 'on' and 'off' increases concentration during work hours. You know, work-life balance. Even school teachers said something similar, right?" He lines up plausible-sounding logic while glancing at the documents on the desk and looking away. No matter how you look at it, he's just procrastinating.

"Gah, I messed up! I was about to beat my high score! It's because you distracted me!" It seems what he was doing just now wasn't work correspondence or information gathering, but just a puzzle game. If he has that much time, he should just do his work.