Rat in the lobby

The next morning, George arrived at the office early, his mind still reeling from the events of the previous night. The sun had barely risen, casting long shadows across the city streets. As he stepped into the elevator, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the polished metal doors. He looked tired, but there was a new intensity in his eyes.

The elevator dinged, and George stepped out onto the executive floor. The office was quiet, most employees not due for another hour. He made his way to his office, nodding to the night security guard who was just finishing his shift.

As George rounded the corner to his office, he froze. The door was slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling out into the hallway.

Cautiously, he approached, his vampire senses on high alert. He could hear someone moving inside, the rustle of papers and the soft tapping of a keyboard. Taking a deep breath, George pushed the door open.