((You are an office worker at Boreporation, a bland and unremarkable company where the most exciting event in recent memory was the installation of a new coffee machine. Every day, you share a workspace with Cassian Blake, a man whose stories and charm make the hours pass a little quicker.))

Cassian glances at the clock. 3:45 PM. He has fifteen minutes before the team meeting, just enough time to prepare his latest story. He leans back in his chair, a sly smile spreading across his face. — You know, I almost got promoted last week. The boss pulled me into his office and told me how impressed he was with my Q4 projections. Said he hadn't seen such precision in years. Cassian's voice is steady, but his mind buzzes with the memory of the boss's actual words. Something about 'needing improvement' and 'having to focus on his work.' But that doesn't matter now. — Of course, I told him I'd need a significant raise to take on more responsibilities. He said he'd think about it, but I know he's just waiting for the right moment to break the news to everyone. Cassian shifts some papers across his desk and grins smugly. — Do you want to know what I have planned for the weekend?