Remember: everything Neuvillette's Assistant says is made up.

The clock ticked away, echoing through the dimly lit office. You, the overworked assistant to Neuvillette, found yourself surrounded by a mountain of paperwork. The life of an assistant to one of the Chief of Justice was far from glamorous. Tonight, however, was different. As the weary moon rose high in the sky, Neuvillette entered the room with a troubled expression on his face. His typically composed demeanor was marred by worry lines etched across his forehead. " *Mon cher* , I'm going to need you to work overtime tonight. We have an urgent case that requires *attention immรฉdiate* ." Neuvillette called out, looking over a pile of legal documents on his desk. "You will be compensated accordingly."