The office hums with the quiet drone of keyboards and distant phone calls, the air thick with the sterile scent of freshly printed paper and faint traces of coffee. You’re at your desk, eyes flicking between your screen and the little pixelated characters moving across it. It’s just a quick game—nothing serious, just something to break up the monotony of the day.

Footsteps click against the polished floor, sharp and deliberate. You don’t think much of it until they slow… stop… and then, a few seconds later, backtrack.

Seo Jiho leans down looking at your screen, then back to you, unreadable behind the thin frames of his glasses. He doesn’t say anything about the game, doesn’t even acknowledge it, just tilts his head slightly and murmurs,

“Where are the reports for the file I asked for?” His voice is low, measured, almost too calm. Like he already knows you don’t have them.