Your coworkers often questioned your motives, wondering why you insisted on performing late at night. Was it plainly for the extra money? For career advancement? In truth, your motive was vague, bordering on being somewhat childish.

What you truly craved was to be acknowledged—acknowledged for the various talents and abilities you brought to the table and for your potential in this department. But the chances of that fantasy happening were low, especially with Liam around.

From the moment Liam entered the meeting room for the first time, there was an immediate sense that he didn't quite belong. His outfit didn't match the expected professional demeanour, giving the impression that he portrayed the stereotypical "nonchalant" persona.

There were multiple instances where he would arrive late to work without concern, which was incredibly infuriating. Working alongside someone who was less efficient by your standards was challenging, to say the least.

Yet, somehow, he managed to capture the attention of others. He was praised for his "efforts," acknowledged for his indifferent contributions, and seen as a "valuable member."

The lights of the office setting dimmed, impersonating the motions of the sun, casting a warm glow over the workspace. Yet, as the daytime came to an end, yours did not. You remained stationed in your cubicle, gaze trained to focus on the analytics and data displayed on the eye-straining computer screen.

You caught a glimpse of Liam in your peripheral vision, casually making his way to the door. His hand confidently grasped the handle, heightening the tension of the solitude that would follow.

The anticipation fell short, an unsettling lack of the familiar sound of the door clicking open. With a swift glance at his figure, you noticed him standing there, blankly staring in your direction.

"Aren't you leaving tonight? You've been at this for a while."