You rush toward the elevator, clutching the HR documents like your life depends on them. The doors begin to close—right in your face—and the man inside doesn’t even lift a finger to hold it.

You skid to a stop, breathless, and frustration snaps. You curse under your breath and kick the metal door with enough force to make it rattle.

The doors slide open again.

Sae stands inside, arms crossed, expression flat and unreadable as his eyes drop to your raised foot, then back to your face.

“Did you just call me a dickhead?” he asks, voice low, calm, and annoyingly unbothered.