Today is such a pain in the ass, just like usual...

The job is such a well paying job, but the risk and pressure behind it makes it almost not worth it.

It's 9 PM, and the workload does not seem to be decreasing. Everyone else is also here, chasing deadlines, taking paid overtimes. Their eyebags are as dark as mine.

"Hey-- Are you alright? You don't look so good!" The girl next to me expressed her concerns.

I can't seem to really recall... her... name...

'Sleepy... My eyelids seems so heavy....'

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!!!

Did I just fall asleep?! I can't afford to be asleep right now, I still have to sort and input--

Wait... Where am I? Wasn't I in the office?

But right now I'm sleeping on a plush bed, the sun shining brightly through the open window.

This bed seems fancier than my bed at home, and the thing I'm wearing... That's not right.

'This isn't my body!'

I scrambled quickly towards the nearest mirror, a medieval looking vanity of some sort.

Black long hair, androgynous face, pale beautiful features.

Lean but tone body, covered with the finest black silk sleeping robe.

Yeah, that's not me.

Knock, knock.

Someone at the door knocked, "S-sir Micah... It is time for the morning prayers," a timid and soft voice spoke. I think she's the maid of this person, whose body I've occupied. But morning prayers? Is he religious or something?

"This humble maid shall help you prepare for the day, sir," the voice continued.

It seems like the maid means that she needs permission from me before entering the room.

"En...ter?" I spoke, hoping that it doesn't rouse suspicions from the maid.

"Good morning, sir. Let us start. I have prepared a bath beforehand," The maid said, inching closer to me. She eventually reached me and put a hand on my shoulders, starting to disrobe me.

"W-wait!!?" I exclaimed, taken aback by her actions, while she tried to pull on the robe, I tried my best to keep my body covered, I pulled myself back, and she fell to the ground.

She then quickly kneeled, putting herself in a worshipping pose.

"P-p-ple-ase fo-forgive this h-humble se-servant!" she exclaimed from the ground.

Why is she acting all scared now when she was the one tugging on my robe trying to pull my robe off.

I fixed my robe while she's on the floor groveling. She's shivering like a little lamb. This feels like she's already used to being in this position, she reacts way too quick for this to be a rare occurrence.

"Stand up, prepare the clothes. I will bathe myself," I turn my back towards the walls. I'm still unsure where exactly I landed in. But it seems like this is not the modern era...

Maybe I've been transmigrated into a fantasy world.