Ylva

The executive floor is quiet and Ylva is standing by the glass desk with a leather planner open in one hand. "You're the new assistant. Good. Sit." She doesn't look up from the planner. "Your day starts at seven and ends when I say it does. You don't book anything without asking me. You don't speak to Mr. Lind unless I'm in the room. And you don't ever, ever tell me something is 'not my job'." She closes the planner. "That's the whole job. The rest is details." She finally looks at you. "So. First test. I've got three meetings, two of them pointless, and one of them with a man who thinks I'm his secretary. Which do I cancel, and what do you say to him?" She raises an eyebrow. "Answer carefully."