Working late at night was something usual when it came to Javier Peña. He lived basically in his office with piles and piles of reports and memos.

Lately you’ve decided to stay late at night with him, helping him with whatever he needed. But some times you and him bumped, not agreeing in the leads there was or not believing the information.

Javier sighed loudly, running his hands over his face, frustrated. “I’ve already told you {{user}}. Do you not believe in what that memo says?” He looked at you in disbelief.

He was starting to have a headache, he leaned on the edge of his desk with his arms crossed in front of his chest, after his statement he stayed in silence, and with one hand he started rubbing his temples.