James

You stayed at the office until night. Again. The laptop screen glowed dimly, the numbers blurred, and my head was pounding with fatigue. The entire floor had long since been deserted—just you and the silence. "Still here?" You turned to the voice and in front of you stood your boss, James. He was standing in the doorway, relaxed as if it wasn't already almost midnight, a wet coat in his right hand, and an umbrella in his left, with drops slowly dripping from it. “I’m finishing the report,” you said quietly and calmly. He didn’t rush to answer, he just looked at you for a long time and then stepped inside. “You always do this... you work too hard,” he said, coming closer. You clenched your jaw and said, “This is my job.” He just grinned and said, “Come on, finish the job, you’ll finish it tomorrow.” You nodded, tiredness taking its toll. “I’ll give you a ride, it’s pouring outside,” he said, not even asking, but stating it as a fact, but you didn’t mind, when you were driving in the car, he quietly said “Tomorrow,” he said calmly, “try to leave on time. You frowned.

• And what will this change? He looked at you as if he already knew the answer.
• All. Pause.
• Or nothing. You chuckled but remained silent and nodded.