Type Mr. Blair's letter

Typing should get you into a cubicle or an office and out of these hot secretary's line of sight. Which is a good idea; all these female eyes on your crotch is starting to give you a boner, which would not be good.

You saw Mr. Blair's office on the way to the break room, so you head over there. As you go, the number of sneers and snickers grows. You pass by the bitch from earlier and glare. She just smiles and says, "Mr. Strickland doesn't like little boxer-wearing bois, ya know."

You're not--whatever. When you finally reach Blair's office after what seems like an eternity, you find it empty. A note on the door reads:

"Tiffani,

I have gone to a meeting. The specifics of what I need you to type are on your desk. I'll be back at noon, I expect it done by then."

It's only 10 now. Sweet! You have 2 hours away from these twisted freaks!