“Good morning, sir!” James’s voice rang out as he jogged to catch up, slightly out of breath, his leather shoes squeaking against the polished floors.

Tyler barely glanced at him. “There’s nothing good about the morning, James,” he replied glumly, pushing through the glass doors into the elevator bay.

James huffed, trying to match Tyler’s longer strides. “Late night?”

Tyler shot him a sideways look. “Did you get what I asked for?”

James immediately straightened. “Yes, sir. That’s why I’m here.”

Tyler’s brow lifted in mild amusement. “You weren’t planning to come to work before?”

James chuckled nervously, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Of course, I was! Just…...