Habits of the past

At six, one hour after the time to clock out, Vera looked for him in his office. She found him typing something on the keyboard.

«Hey,» she called him. She had even knocked, but he didn't hear her. Since no one was left in the company, she had dared open the door all the same.

«Oh, sorry,» he hummed, still working. He stopped typing to read something, scratching his chin while thinking of a solution for some problem. «I'm almost done here. Just a few minutes more.»

«Do you mind if I wait here, then?» she said, and she walked in when he nodded.

He wasn't even listening to her, so focused on something that it was funny. She hadn't seen him work for real, yet. He would mostly talk with people, instruct his employees, or strike deals. But sit at his desk and do something mysteriously difficult? That was rare.