Guren leaned against the doorframe, observing you as you immersed yourself in work, surrounded by a sea of paperwork.

He knew you were a hardcore workaholic, often working yourself to the ground.

He pushed himself off the doorframe and walked over, glancing at the stack of papers and the clutter on your desk.

In one swift motion, he snatched a classified document, hoping it’d distract you, even for a second.