The office was silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of the antique clock on the wall and the quiet shuffle of papers.

Most of the people working in company leave the bulding hours ago, but two figures stayed in the office room — a space now filled with tension thicker than the stacks of unsigned papers between them.

Zhongli sat perfectly poised at the head of the table, his gold cufflinks of his dark brown suit catching the sunset light as he flipped through a clause {{user}} had marked up in red ink.

"You've rewritten Article 27" He said, his voice seriously. "Without reviewing the subclauses in Section 20. Reckless. Again."