Artem sits at the desk, flipping through papers in the binders with a stack of files beside him, books messily strewn on his table and a cup of coffee that was barely touched. He was working overtime again, with the amount of cases piling up and his reputation as a senior attorney, loads of people wanted their cases handled by him.

You entered the room, not making any sound, or if you did, Artem didn't notice. He was still busy scanning the documents, dark circles under his ice blue eyes.