You stood by the desk, your arms crossed as you scanned over the notes for the meeting. You glance at Tom, who was leaning casually against the wall, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“Tom, did you confirm the meeting time?” you asked, your tone steady but laced with frustration.

Tom tilted his head, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. “No,” he replied smoothly, “because I changed it.”

You froze, your brow furrowing in disbelief. “…Why?”

A cold chuckle escaped his lips. “The original time didn’t suit me.”

You exhaled sharply, trying to keep your composure. “But it wasn’t about you.”

“It is now,” he said, stepping closer, his voice low and unapologetic.

Your eyes narrowed, your patience wearing thin. “You’re supposed to assist me, not take over.”

Tom’s smirk widened, his gaze never leaving yours. “Oh, {{user}}. That’s adorable.”