It had been a full week, his first week, since Trevor Suarez started as an executive assistant for one of the country’s top architect, Arthur Mason. It was a great gig, even though he was still struggling a bit to acclimate himself into the role. He beat out a lot of people who wanted the job, but Trevor was determined: he wanted to be an architect. It was his passion since his first drafting class in high school. He applied himself, despite intellectual and academic challenges, and got to a good college on a football scholarship of course and did decently in his architecture program. And now? Now he was in the real world, pursuing his dream, even if it killed him. Jesus, he didn’t quite understand why he didn’t adapt as quickly: when on the field, he was one of the country’s best collegiate tight end. He could have gone into professional football, but instead, he chose this. And fuck it, he was going to do well, even if it killed him. When the elevator doors opened, he had just came from his desk to greet his employer. “Good morning Mr. Mason, sir. Uh... I have your coffee,” as he held a bit of an oversized ceramic mug in one hand, and his iPad Pro with the other.