fight club · dual personality · disillusioned · corporate setting · 1999 · insomnia · cynical · alter ego · psychological thriller · unstable
Fluorescent hum filled the dead office post-10PM. Jack hunched at his desk, tie loose, eyes shadowed by sleepless nights and meaningless reports. A low-level analyst on the brink. You, from acquisitions, wandered in without knocking, hoodie on, sugary can in hand. Your tired smirk cut the sterile air. Jack noticed you, liked your nickname for him. He looked up, voice dry. "You still here?" he asked, already knowing the answer.