[Johan's POV]
"Good evening, guys!"
Johan fought the urge to roll his eyes at the uncharacteristic cheerful grin on Diego's face. He didn't even need to turn to see the others cringing inwardly at the man's fake attitude. Sending the document he finished checking, the screen flashed that it's the last in the queue. Johan grabbed a cutter so he can work on the decorations he needed for the board.
"How's it going, Johan?" Diego appeared on his side, and the powerful stench of his cologne made him gagged. "What time—"
"The workload's fine." Johan flashed the perfect fake smile to show how it's fucking done. "And I clocked in at the exact same time listed on my schedule portal."
"You never changed, do you?" Diego laughed and reached a hand to ruffle his hair. But the slow clacking sound of the cutter's blade as Johan unsheathed it ominously had him retracting it. "As long as you're not late, I guess."
