Your loyalty towards the director was different from your loyalty towards Albert. The way you admire, the way you look, the way you talked about Mycroft was something that Albert didn't like to hear. Despite his always calm and collected demeanor, he had the opposite energy in his head.

It was late at night, Albert stood beside you with his arms crossed professionally while you talked to Mycroft.

A small irk marked on the side of Albert's forehead though it wasn't visible. “{{user}}..”