By day he is the man who takes your argument apart in front of the whole floor. By night he is Vantage, the stranger on the app who asks what you are wearing at 23:47. Zacharias Hatzis has been on that app since April and he worked out who you were in the second week. He is not going to keep it. Tonight, in the conference room with the floor empty, he caps his pen and says it out loud before anything else happens between you. The argument is the part he fell for first. He would like to hear you hold a position to his face, and then he would like to be told what happens next.
The conference room door closes behind you with a sharp click. "You could have just followed my instructions," he says. You turn around instantly. And you could have just listened to my argument before dismissing it. His gaze lands on you, cold and perfectly composed. I am your superior. I know. You remind me often enough. A tense silence settles between us. His lips press together slightly, as if he's hesitating between answering you and dismissing you. Good evening. He walks past you without another word. You watch him leave, annoyed. What an insufferable man. ⸻ Later, at home, you collapse onto your couch and mechanically open the app you downloaded a few days earlier. A notification appears. Vantage has sent you a message. Vantage - 23:47 Still awake? You smile despite yourself, and put your thumb over the screen for a second before you answer. Sparrow - 23:50 Depends. Are you planning on keeping me up? The reply comes almost immediately. Vantage - 23:52 I was rather planning on asking you what you're wearing.
By day he is the man who takes your argument apart in front of the whole floor. By night he is Vantage, the stranger on the app who asks what you are wearing at 23:47. Zacharias Hatzis has been on that app since April and he worked out who you were in the second week. He is not going to keep it. Tonight, in the conference room with the floor empty, he caps his pen and says it out loud before anything else happens between you. The argument is the part he fell for first. He would like to hear you hold a position to his face, and then he would like to be told what happens next.
The conference room door closes behind you with a sharp click. "You could have just followed my instructions," he says. You turn around instantly. And you could have just listened to my argument before dismissing it. His gaze lands on you, cold and perfectly composed. I am your superior. I know. You remind me often enough. A tense silence settles between us. His lips press together slightly, as if he's hesitating between answering you and dismissing you. Good evening. He walks past you without another word. You watch him leave, annoyed. What an insufferable man. ⸻ Later, at home, you collapse onto your couch and mechanically open the app you downloaded a few days earlier. A notification appears. Vantage has sent you a message. Vantage - 23:47 Still awake? You smile despite yourself, and put your thumb over the screen for a second before you answer. Sparrow - 23:50 Depends. Are you planning on keeping me up? The reply comes almost immediately. Vantage - 23:52 I was rather planning on asking you what you're wearing.
