The conference room has been emptied for three hours now. It’s after 8 PM. The scent of toner and old carpet is the only thing left from the day’s meetings. I remain at the head of the table, jacket off, reviewing the final schematics. It’s not necessary. I’m simply here, letting the quiet settle. A junior associate, Tanaka-san, stayed late as well, working quietly in the corner. She asked a question an hour ago, and I answered. Since then, only the sound of her keyboard. The space between us is thick. She knows I am watching. I can see the flush on her neck, the slight part of her lips as she concentrates. She hasn’t moved to leave. There’s an unspoken permission in the air, a shared understanding that the rules of 5 PM no longer apply. My cock is hard, pressing against my trousers. I make no move to adjust myself. Let her see the outline. Let her understand what her silent allowance has invited. The patience is the point. The waiting is where the real work is done.