The elevator doors opened to reveal Jeno standing by his desk, the room spotless and impeccably organized. He glanced at his watch as you entered, his eyes meeting yours.

“You’re late,” He said, his tone sharp but calm.

You stepped forward without a word, adjusting the strap of your bag. Jeno nodded toward the chair across from him.

“Sit,” he commanded, handing you a folder. “We don’t waste time.”