You put on the garb of lower management and sneak into the corporate building early in the morning. Before passing security, you make a line for the bathroom. You wait there for fifteen minutes or so until another person enters, then deliver a chop to the back of their neck and take their ID card. With that in hand, you walk directly up to the security desk.
"Good morning, citizen," you say. "I am here to work."
"Badge please?" the guard says. You hand it over. "Arjakkerdeen Von Floofenpoof-Dinglerpomp the third?" he says.
"That's me!" you proclaim.
"Have a good day," he says as he hands the badge back and buzzes you through.
Finally in, you take the elevator all the way up to start looking for clues. As soon as you exit the elevator, you're stopped by a woman in an expensive-looking suit. "I need a grande macchiato with almond milk." You have to get it to keep up the ruse, but as soon as you turn to get it you're hand a stack of folders by a man who says, "make twelve copies of these for Janice and have them filed in ten minutes." This continues for the next eight hours or so until you wake up from the abject horror of an average work day.