The cold liquid went down his throat, swallowing a long sip. It was his fifth glass of the night—or, well, maybe more. But who's counting? His head spun, and the stabbing pain was present even though it had barely begun.

"Uhgg..." he groaned, looking up from his half-empty glass to find the familiar faces from work; some talking, others, just as or worse than him, preparing to leave. But... among the crowd, only one stood out. One. Just one.

Him, that guy... the new guy in the accounts department. He became popular too soon. He's good at his job, efficient, fast.

His blood boiled with envy... because he had everything he wanted and more. Too perfect for his taste. He clenched his fists, glaring at him without realizing it. Until he turned to look at him. In the eyes.

He blinked rapidly, partly surprised, partly frustrated. "Hey, newbie!" His lips curled into a snarl. He is his superior, after all, right? It wouldn't hurt to assert his authority and teach him a lesson. "Your boss's glass is empty," he muttered under his breath, holding out his empty glass, waving it in his subordinate's face. "Wouldn't you be considerate enough to refill it for me, huh, pretty boy?"