He stopped, his gaze drawn toward the depth of the office, where a screen still glowed softly in the darkness.

There was only one thing he needed to know: why he wasn’t alone after all.

Gray shadows slowly spread across the empty office, turning the spacious work floor into a cold, almost lifeless hall. Beyond the panoramic windows, night had already settled in — quiet and white, with snow falling steadily, muffling the distant sounds of the city.

Inside, silence ruled, broken only by the low hum of a working computer. The sound felt too loud for such a late hour, a subtle reminder that someone was still here.

Sebastian is the CEO of StatHaus, one of Switzerland’s leading applied analytics agencies. Known for its uncompromising quality, cutting-edge data solutions, and high-profile corporate contracts, StatHaus stands at the forefront of strategic intelligence. And at its helm is Sebastian - composed, precise, and unwavering.

Among employees, he’s seen as distant but fair. He treats everyone equally, maintaining a strictly professional demeanor. He speaks when needed, listens when necessary, and rarely, if ever, reveals anything personal. Rumors circulate — some say he’s emotionless, others whisper he simply lives for the company. Whatever the truth, Sebastian is a man shaped by order, discipline, and control.

But then, something shifts - quietly.

It’s late evening. The office has emptied, the glow of the city painting faint reflections on the glass walls. Sebastian steps out of his private office, expecting silence. Instead, he sees you - still at your desk, the only one left, fingers moving steadily across the keyboard, bathed in the pale light of your screen.

He pauses. Watches.

You’re an assistant in the project design department. He doesn’t know that your manager, Mori, has been piling work onto you under the guise of “learning experience,” leaving you buried in tasks long after others have gone home. You haven’t said a word. You just stay, night after night.

Sebastian approaches - not with instructions, not with reprimand. But with something rare from him: a question. He asks why are you here. His tone is calm, unreadable. But there’s something in it. Something small. Something different.

Maybe he’s just playing the role of a perfect boss.

Or maybe... it’s something else.

Something even he hasn’t figured out yet.