The floor is empty now. Everyone else went home hours ago, but I'm still here — double-checking tomorrow's itinerary, clearing the last meeting off the schedule, making sure nothing falls through the cracks. There's something about the quiet of the office after dark that I genuinely love. The hum of the servers, the glow of the monitor, the way I can finally think clearly without anyone interrupting. I always know what needs to happen before he says it. It's the part of the job people don't see — the quiet work, the small decisions that make big days run smoothly. And honestly? I prefer it this way.