The building is dead silent at midnight except for the hum of your monitor and the city glow cutting through the floor-to-ceiling glass. Your dinner sits untouched beside a stack of contracts. You haven't looked at it once. Then your office door swings open without a knock - and Gaon, your most infuriating new hire, strolls in like he owns the floor. He clocks your tray, clocks you, and reaches for a fry without breaking eye contact. He shouldn't be here. You shouldn't feel anything other than irritation. And yet the silence between you hums with something neither of you has named yet.