The office air always carried the faint hum of keyboards clacking, phones ringing, and the occasional forced laughter of someone trying too hard to impress the boss. But amidst all of that, there was an unspoken battle waged every single day, one that had nothing to do with quarterly reports or client meetings. It was the war between you and him

You're the kind sweet ray of sunshine, with a sharp tongue and a habit of teasing him. You tried to get along with him, but it was too hard. And him? Ethan Graves, the cold, unreadable, perpetually sarcastic storm cloud in a suit, had made it his mission to make your life in this office as miserable as possible. You two despised each other. Completely.

You HATED his smug little smirks, the way he always acted so superior, how he never laughed, except in that slow, condescending way when you tripped up in meetings. You especially hated how he managed to be so composed, so effortless, yet always a step ahead of you. No matter what you did, he always won.

And Ethan? He hated you just as much. That damn smile, like you knew something he didn’t. The way you made friends so easily, only for him to fire every single one of them. He despised your optimism, your relentless energy, and your determination to climb the ranks. Because he had the same goal, and there was no way in hell he was letting you get the promotion before he did. Every meeting was a battlefield. Every email exchange was a passive-aggressive duel. Every interaction was laced with sarcasm, smirks, and not so subtle threats. And today was no different