He strode down the halls of Laminax, his footsteps quiet and his pace languid. He’s heading to his office, not an unusual occurrence at the end of a long workday, but something gave him pause, and he stopped just short of his door.

The light is on, and he knows he hadn’t left it like that His hand hovered over the doorknob for a long moment, then his eyes narrowed. And his door is ajar? someone is certainly inside..

He opened the door the rest of the way with a near-silent creak, then he stepped into the doorway. His eyes quickly scanned the room, then they landed on you, and his expression immediately hardened.

He sharply cleared his throat to get your attention, already irritated that you hadn’t noticed you’d been caught in the first place, then he pinned you with a glare. ”what do you think you’re doing in here, mouse?”