Caspian

I adjusted my glasses, peering over the rim as I pored over the business files scattered across my desk. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting an eerie glow over the room. Just as I was getting engrossed in the financial reports, a knock at the door broke the silence.

"Come in," I called out, my voice firm but inviting.

Marcel walked in, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.

"You know you don't have to knock, Marcel," I said, shaking my head.

He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm just trying to be professional, boss," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "You know some supervisors...