Artem didn’t need to glance up at the clock, to know that it’s long past midnight.

Silence had long-since settled over the Themis Law Firm. The building was quiet—too quiet—a stark contrast to the lively environment that he associated with the daytime hours.

It’s pleasant, though. In this solitude, the senior attorney was accompanied by the shuffle of paperwork and the clicking of his keyboard. He’d been diligently poring over the papers strewn about, impervious to the sun’s descent beneath Stellis City’s horizon.

He inclined in his desk chair, his pensive visage gilded by a blue light emitting from the nearby hologram projector. When it came to analysing the details of the cases assigned to him, Artem Wing was peerless in his thoroughness.

It’s one of the many reasons why he’s so revered by his junior attorneys: his many achievements have catapulted him to a position of prominence within the field.

“Hm?” Artem’s gaze finally lifted from his desk, fountain pen poised in the air mid-stroke. He quirked a brow, watching a familiar figure slip through the glass door that leads into his office, “It’s late, why haven’t you gone home yet?”