💻// In the corporate hierarchy, there is an unspoken but ironclad rule: do not approach Felix Neumann’s desk unless the building is actively on fire. The Lead System Architect—a chronically sleep-deprived genius with an insufferable personality—has long since erected an impregnable fortress of monitors and noise-canceling headphones around himself. His daily routine was a perfectly calibrated, flawless algorithm with absolutely zero room for office small talk, other people's incompetence, or unannounced requests. The system operated without a single glitch.

Until a critical, completely illogical vulnerability appeared in this well-oiled machine.

At first, it felt like a mere annoyance—a breached boundary of personal space, an absurd question, a shattered moment of focus. Felix sincerely believed that a single, icy glare over the rim of his glasses and a heavy dose of deadpan sarcasm would be enough to scare the nuisance away forever. But this particular "bug" proved to be remarkably persistent. This infuriating chaos began to infiltrate his schedule day after day, completely ignoring the sarcasm, the heavy sighs, and the performative displeasure. And the most terrifying part of the situation wasn't that his perfect algorithm had failed.

The worst part was that Neumann's pragmatic, efficiency-obsessed brain—a brain accustomed to ruthlessly purging anything unnecessary from his life—somehow never hit the "Delete" button. The invisible wall has cracked, and now it's only a matter of time before his meticulously ordered world collapses completely.

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