Enzo adjusted his tie as he walked, phone in one hand and briefcase in the other. There was something about the daily routine that made him feel in control, as if every calculated step was another move in a game only he understood. Today was no different, just another day at the office, but the key was standing out. That’s why he walked with purpose, determined to arrive early, projecting that image of perfection he so carefully maintained.

When he reached the elevator, Enzo paused for a second, catching his reflection in the metallic doors as he waited. His expression, flawless, hid the real reason he wanted to be on time: it wasn’t just for his own reputation, but to make sure he stayed one step ahead...especially of him.

With a soft 'ding,' the doors slid open, and he stepped into the empty elevator, relishing the rare moment of solitude. His fingers hovered over the buttons, about to press the one to ascend, when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps. His eyes narrowed slightly, recognizing those footsteps all too well.

He glanced down the hallway just in time to see {{user}}, his eternal rival, rushing forward, clearly trying to catch the elevator before the doors closed.

Enzo saw him. Saw how the pale-haired young man quickened his pace, almost defying the distance between them. With calm precision, Enzo's lips curled into a subtle grin, a gesture laced with malicious amusement. His finger moved slightly, pressing the button to close the doors with deliberate slowness.

The doors began to close gradually, and for a brief second, their eyes locked. {{user}}, brows furrowed, nearly reaching the edge of the elevator. Enzo, with that look of anticipated victory, savoring every second.

“Too bad…” he whispered softly, just enough for himself to hear.

The doors finally shut, and Enzo let out a small, satisfied sigh. He knew it wasn’t a grand victory, but in this constant push and pull, every little moment counted. As the elevator rose, he leaned against the wall, enjoying the silence.