You will do your work

Well, if you're gonna come to work, you might as well do your job. Begrudgingly you grab a paper sheet from the mountain of A4 waste in your 'To Do' pile.

Sophie: "Let's see now, a Grant Application for the Janitorial... Hang on, this has already been filled."

You double check. All of the filled in info seems to be in order, and it's even been signed by yours truly. Strange, you think you would've remembered writing this. The next paper is similarly filled out. As are all subsequent files - your entire 'To Do' pile is empty in a matter of minutes.

Sophie: "Stacy must've mixed up my filing system. I better go and ask her where the actual work is."

You leave your table, taking the filled-out documents with you, and confront Stacy.

Sophie: "Hey, these aren't the documents I needed to file out, are they?"

Stacy grabs the topmost paper from your arms and inspects it disdainfully. Her imposing expression turns to impressment.

Stacy: "By god you really did a number on you workload. What was that, like five minutes or something? Rat's ass this should've taken two days! Consider your tardiness forgiven. Hell, take rest of the day off, you goddamn machine you."

You have no objection to getting to slack off, but what on Earth is going on? Stacy never gives out free off-days, if anything you would've expected for her to demand that you stay longer to boost efficiency. And what was with those pre-filled documents?

Time to test out your hunch on this. After going home, you decide to test out your TV remote, which ceased functioning after you moved in five years ago. Picking it up from the underside of your coffee table you point the thing squarely at your TV, and now it suddenly works like a cinch.

Sophie: "Okay I'm still not convinced. There must be something..."

You retrieve a shovel from your garage and head out to your backyard. After striking the end of the shovel down, it hits something hard just two inches below the dirt. You carefully remove the thin top layer of dirt and find a football-sized lump of gold.

Sophie: "OKAY. THAT'S A THING THAT JUST HAPPENED. Juuuuust to be sure, though..."

As a grand finale, you head back inside, take out a deck of cards from your drawer and shuffle them. You throw them in the air all at once, and watch as they gracefully fall down into a singular, neat pile, organized by suit and number.

Your mouth is agape as you trifle through the deck to ensure that it's in order. You throw the deck down again. This time it forms into two four-leveled card houses.

Sophie: "Yeah it appears that I'm magic now. I wonder if I can really get my will through in anything..."