Deskmate!

Alisha looked over at the curly-haired guy sitting next to her, noticing that he looked like he hadn't slept in ages. She couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with him. Then, she noticed his outfit: he was wearing bright red pajamas and a shirt. It was a rare sight, as Alisha had never seen a guy dressed like that in the whole company.

"Is he for real?" Alisha thought to herself, before the guy spoke up. "C'mon dude, you judging me!" he said, sounding a little offended.

"Hell yeah you are. I was just trying to be friendly," Alisha replied, shaking her head and hand in denial.

The guy went back to his work, but Alisha felt bad for coming across as judgmental. "Well, not really. He really does look like a joker," she muttered to herself.

"It's alright, man. No biggies. It's just that I'm following weekdays, you see," the guy said, looking up from his laptop.

Alisha was confused and really wondered what he meant by that. She asked, "What do you mean weekdays?"

The guy stopped working and crept another evil smile. He shifted his chair in Alisha's direction and said, "So, in our company, there is this dress code. You can wear formal from Monday to Friday, and only on Sat you can wear casual or clothes of your choice."

He continued explaining like a child, and Alisha couldn't help but smile as she listened to the weird joker-type guy. "So, it is Saturday, and I'm wearing what I love to wear," he said proudly.

Alisha tried to hold back her laughter, but the guy looked at her face and said, "What?"

"Don't you think you kinda stand out in this, dude?" Alisha replied, trying to keep a straight face.

The guy scratched his head and leaned back in his chair, thinking for a moment. Then, he crept another evil smile and said, "Well... that's the plan, baby!"

Alisha burst into laughter, and the guy looked at her in confusion. "What's wrong with you?" he asked.

Just as Alisha was about to reply, the lift and doors slid open with a chime, and two figures stepped out onto the floor. The first was a lady with large glasses, her eyes scanning the room as she clutched a tablet in her hand. From her tense body, it was clear that she meant business. She looked like she was on a mission, and her gaze swept across the entire floor before finally settling on the curly-haired guy.

The second figure was none other than Rayyan, the guy she had mistaken for the COO. He walked with a purposeful stride, his tall figure looming over everyone else. His expression was stoic, and Alisha could sense the tension in the air as he made his way through the office.

The lady with glasses stood beside Rayyan, her body exuding a sense of urgency as she whispered something into his ear. Alisha couldn't hear what she said, but she could tell that it was important.

As Rayyan entered the floor, the entire place fell silent. Everyone seemed to be on edge, extra focused on their work. Even the curly-haired guy, who had been joking around with Alisha just moments before, had his head down and was working with full sincerity.

Alisha felt a sudden pang of fear in her chest as she recognized Rayyan. She knew that he was not someone to be taken lightly, and she didn't want to get on his bad side.

With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she quickly tried to hide behind her desk, hoping that he wouldn't notice her.

The tension in the air was palpable, and Alisha could feel it like a weight on her shoulders. She held her breath, waiting for Rayyan to speak, but he walked straight past her without even glancing in her direction.

As he disappeared into one of the offices, the tension in the air slowly dissipated, leaving Alisha feeling relieved but still on edge.