The glow of the monitor was the only light in the room. Your eyes burned, your fingers still flying across the keyboard. Empty coffee cups and crumpled notes littered your desk. Everyone else had long gone home—except you.

“You know, most people go home when the clock hits midnight.”

Your head jerked up. He was leaning against the doorway, hands in his pockets, looking far too casual for someone who was supposed to be a CEO. His tie was gone, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, and that irritatingly calm smirk sat on his face.

“What do you want?” you muttered, rubbing your eyes.

“What do I want?” he tilted his head. “To stop you from working yourself into an early grave.”

You snorted. “Please. I’m not dying, I’m just… busy.”

“Busy, huh?” He stepped into the office, surveying the mess of documents and the glowing spreadsheets. “You’re practically trying to merge yourself with that chair.”

“Don’t exaggerate.” You leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms. “What, are you here to boss me around outside of office hours too?”

He smirked. “No. I’m here to kidnap you.”

Your brow shot up. “Excuse me?”

He pushed off the doorframe, walking closer until he stood in front of your desk. Leaning down slightly, his voice dropped—teasing, but firm.

“You’re coming with me. We’re going out. Just for a break. Food, coffee, fresh air—something.”

“And if I say no?” you challenged, arching an eyebrow.

He shrugged, slipping his hands back into his pockets, looking far too patient. “Then I’ll just stand here and annoy you until you give in.”

You groaned, dragging your hands down your face. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you’ve kept me around for more than twenty years.” His smirk softened into something gentler. “Come on. Just tonight. Take a break with me.”