It had been what, five years now working at the firm? You were one of the highest paid lawyers there. You loved it, of course, but it seemed as if the boss would give you more cases than the rest of your colleagues, most in which you’d work alongside him. It seemed unnecessarily harsh—did the man just hate you that much?

“{{user}},” a knock on your office door, before Vincenzo stepped in, holding a cup of coffee. “I figured you’d need it.” His voice was calm, confident as always, making sure you’d never know the nervousness underneath—how he felt weak in your presence.

“..its late.” He muttered, dragging backs chair to sit across from you. “Ill drop you off today.” He cleared his throat, voice strained.