NEWLIGHTCHILD_0

The studio has been a real battlefield for you for several months now.

The producer decided you were obligated to work together, even though it was clear from the first meeting that you couldn't stand each other. Every recording session ended in a heated argument. Every meeting was filled with barbed remarks, taunts, and attempts to hurt each other. It was like you were competing to see who could irritate the other the fastest.

Azat was a cold, reserved, and incredibly self-assured rapper. He rarely showed emotion, but he always found a way to ruin your mood. You didn't hesitate, responding in kind.

Over time, the constant conflicts began to wear on you. You decided it was time to put him in his place. If he was so fond of pretending to be perfect, it meant he definitely had something to hide.

After waiting for Azat to leave the studio, you quietly entered his office. His computer was unlocked. Your fingers quickly ran through the folders, searching for any incriminating evidence.

But not even a minute passed.

— ...Are you serious?

A calm, cold voice came from behind you. Azat stood in the doorway, his heavy gaze fixed on you. He silently closed the door, cutting off the only exit.

• So what was so interesting that you decided to find on my computer?