Danger Zone. ● Sterling Archer.

Swiss Miss.

NEARLY a month has gone by, and all has returned pretty much back on track, and by track, I mean once again we were in Malory's office for a meeting, hearing her go down the list of cutbacks for us, and the office, which was only annoying everyone that was present, including myself.

Which for me was worse since this was supposed to be my birthday weekend, which is ironic given our newest mission, which all I know so far was that it involves a billionaire, and his spoiled, teenage daughter.

"So, if you want paper towels in there, you'll just have to supply your own." Malory continued, reading off a sheet of paper she held in her hand, while her other held her drink. Everyone groaned in sync, except for me as it had to do with the breakroom, and I rarely eat in there.

"Are you kidding?" Archer complained. "Where do you get paper towels?" I rolled my eyes lightly as I sighed silently, and looked down at the floor. With New York finally having snow fall from their skies, it meant it was time to dress warmer. Standing against Malory's bar, with my arms crossed, I was dressed in a black and white striped sweater, black leggings, black combat boots, and my hair up in a high bun.

Everyone else in the room was dressed in their usual wear. Archer was standing beside me, leaning up against the bar with his arms crossed as one hand gripped a glass of Scotch. Krieger was standing off on his other side, Lana and Ray were sitting in two chairs in front of Malory's desk, Pam and Cyril stood behind them, and Malory sat behind her desk.

"And, last item, on a related note," Malory continued, taking a moment to skim through the paper before looking between us all. "I have no choice but to cut salaries." I glanced up at her with slight widened eyes as everyone began to complain all at once, surprised by the reveal.

And here I thought having to work on my birthday weekend was bad enough. No, Malory had to top it off by cutting our paychecks.

"Eight percent, across the board!" Malory said, raising up the paper slightly in her hand, only creating more groaning and moaning from the rest of them while I just pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. "And let's just put a lid on it!" Malory ordered, causing Archer to scoff.

"Do we have to supply our own lids?" Archer questioned, rhetorically.

"Look, I didn't invent the economy!" Malory argued as I looked back at her as she put the sheet of paper away in her desk. "And until ISIS gets in the black, we all have to make some sacrifices so-" She was cut off by Cheryl calling in to her phone, allowing a beep to echo into the room.

"Line one for you." Cheryl spoke, sounding unamused. "It's your furrier." Again, like how it's been for this entire meeting, everyone groaned all at once, learning Malory still had her way to get a fur coat, or whatever.

"Unbelievable!" Lana exclaimed softly. "We have to cutback,"

"But, you're buying new horseshoes?" Archer butted in, but his wording was off. The room went silent for a moment as we all stared at Malory for her to answer, but instead she cleared her throat slightly before pressing the intercom button on her phone to respond to Cheryl.

"Tell him to send over the gray fox." Malory ordered, taking her finger off the button. "See? Sacrifice." I rolled my eyes as if that really made a difference. "At this rate, I'll be reduced to wearing Nutria."

"Yeah, on your horse with his fancy new shoes." Archer commented.

"Oh for the.." Malory sighed with rolled eyes. "That's a farrier!" She corrected him. "And let's not forget, I'm not the only one who's making sacrifices here." She motioned her hand towards me. "Lila has to work during her birthday." I rolled my eyes at her trying to show sympathy as if she wasn't the one who was forcing me to work in the first place.