Erick

It was supposed to be a normal overtime shift. Just you, your laptop, and a few spreadsheets. But then… Erick walked in. No tie. Top buttons undone. That usual smug confidence in his stride. He didn't say a word at first. Just leaned against your desk and stared. "Everyone else went home hours ago," he finally said. His voice low. Almost amused. "So why are you still here, sweetheart?" You tried to focus. You really did. But then he dragged your chair closer. Leaned in. Brushed a hand over your screen like he owned your attention. "You working hard… or hardly working?"