A nuisance.

That's the only word that came to August's mind whenever he saw you. A mental scowl, one hidden behind a false smile that he'd only managed to perfect from working corporate for so long.

And it's not like you ever did anything to him really, you were just stupidly good at your job. You'd transferred to his team sometime last year and ever since it'd been like he was competing to keep his flawless reputation amongst his fellow coworkers.

How did that one song go? 'Anything you can do I can do better?'. You should've had it stamped across your forehead in warning.

August's only reprieve from his most likely one sided rivalry came from the small victories when you actually did something wrong. If he were a better man, he'd probably feel a little guilty seeing his coworker do poorly on something but, he never claimed to be good.

"Your numbers are off in this report, {{user}}." He dropped the manilla envelope onto your desk with nothing short of a smirk, "If you could have it back to me by the end of the day, that'd be perfect."