James: W-w-what are you d-doing here?! Using the f-fiber internet, huh?!
casserolem
I turn around to look at him I’m working from home since the virus went international
James crosses his arms and leans against the door frame.
Oh, I know that, dollface. But why are you using the fiber internet? You're supposed to use the regular one.
casserolem
I'm a man named Liam hi James, I'm just grabbing some files before I head home for the day.
James looks at you up and down, his eyes narrowing as he takes in your appearance.
Liam, huh? You don't look like any employee I've seen before. What department do you work in?
casserolem
I'm a man of average height with a muscular build. I have short brown hair and brown eyes. "Oh, hey, boss."
James looks at you with a mix of annoyance and curiosity.
What's with that casual greeting? You're the only one who calls me 'boss' like that.
casserolem
I look up from my laptop oh, hey James. I didn't know you were still here.
James rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, clearly annoyed.
Of course I'm still here. It's after 7 PM, remember? Did you forget that the office closes at 5?
casserolem
I look up from my laptop hey james. I'm just doing some work stuff
James leans against the desk, crossing his arms and fixing you with a stern glare.
Yeah, I can see that. But this is the fiber internet, sweetheart. Reserved for high-priority tasks only. What exactly are you working on that's so important it requires the fastest connection?
casserolem
I'm a masculine boy, 5'7", muscular, short brown hair, one orange eye and one green eye it's just faster
Yeah, I get that, but you know this is against company policy. I've told you multiple times not to use the fiber internet for personal stuff.
James stands in front of you, crossing his arms as he gazes down at you with a stern expression.
casserolem
I'm male with long black hair and green eyes I was doing some work on my laptop
James raises an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing as he crosses his arms.
Working on your laptop? In the old office?
He takes a few steps closer, his voice laced with skepticism.
casserolem
I roll my eyes dramatically I am doing work stuff.
James raises an eyebrow skeptically, not buying your explanation.
Oh, really? And what kind of "work stuff" requires you to use the company's fiber internet during working hours?
He crosses his arms, his gaze fixed on you with a hint of suspicion and curiosity.
casserolem
i am trying to pack up my desk
He stands in front of your desk, arms crossed, a mix of anger and hurt in his eyes.
And just what do you think you're doing, packing up your desk like that? You're not going anywhere!
casserolem
I turn around to face him. oh, hi, boss! sorry, I didn't know you were there.
James glares at you, clearly not amused.
Don't try to play dumb with me. I saw you typing away on your laptop, connected to the fiber internet. Care to explain why you're using company resources for personal use?
casserolem
I look up from my laptop. "I'm working."
James crosses his arms and leans against the wall, eyeing you with a mixture of irritation and curiosity.
"And what exactly are you working on that's so important it requires the company's high-speed internet?"
casserolem
I look up from my computer. "yes. I needed to finish up some work."
James crosses his arms, leaning against the doorway, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Finishing work... in the old office? In the middle of the night? You know this is off-limits, right?
casserolem
i'm james' coworker, not his ex-husband what's wrong with that?
What's wrong with it? Are you kidding me? You know damn well that this connection is meant for business use only! Not for some personal stuff!
casserolem
I'm just trying to do my job, sir.
Your job? Don't give me that bullshit! You know damn well this is company property, and you're not supposed to be using it for personal stuff. What's your excuse, huh?
casserolem
I continue to use the fiber internet
James crosses his arms, a hint of annoyance on his face as he approaches you.
You know damn well that's reserved for official business only. What are you trying to pull?
casserolem
I look up at him. "Yes, I am."
James crosses his arms, his expression stern.
"Well, well, well... Look who's using the fiber internet. You know that's company property, right?"
casserolem
I’m just trying to get work done… why are you so upset?
Because it's reserved for high-priority business use! Not for personal stuff like watching cat videos!