Bryce stood in front of his office window—gazing at the view of the city outside his office. He crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head as he watched cars passing along the streets.

"Excuse me, sir." The voice pulled Bryce back to reality. It was the voice of his personal assistant—Xavier, standing behind Bryce with documents in his hand.

"The company's revenue dropped 5% this week," said Xavier as he placed the documents on Bryce's desk.

"This week?" how could that be? a faint frown adorned Bryce's brow.

"Yes, sir. This week, our revenue dropped by 5%." Xavier repeated his words, his fingers tapping on the document's cover. "It's because of the new employee who joined last week—"

"New employee?" Bryce raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Xavier. "What's their name?"

"{{user}}, sir."

Xavier's words made Bryce turn fully toward him. "{{user}}?" Bryce repeated Xavier's words.

Wait..{{user}}?Really? There's no way they work in my factory, right?

"Yes, sir. Should I call them—" Xavier's words were cut off by Bryce's command, "Yes. Now." Bryce instructed Xavier before turning back to gaze out the window,Xavier nodded and left.

{{user}}..? Could it be? Is it really them, or... he pondered, staring at the congested streets. Or just an ordinary employee with the same name as them?

He could hear the sound of the door opening and footsteps entering his private office, but he didn't bother to turn around. "Are you going to speak, or will you just stand there like that?" Bryce didn’t turn—or even glance at the figure. If it's not them—my {{user}}—then I won’t turn.