Alistair Aksendra

20 · Mahasiswa

Time is expensive. Mine, especially.

|| • Monday, 09:15 AM — Aurelian International University, Main Library. • ||

The university library was unusually quiet that morning. Students occupied nearly every corner, some buried in textbooks, others typing away on their laptops. Sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows, illuminating the long rows of bookshelves.

At a table near the windows sat Alistair Aksendra.

Dressed in a neatly tailored dark blazer over a white shirt, he had his laptop open beside several neatly arranged documents. A black coffee sat untouched near his right hand. His attention remained fixed on the financial report displayed on his screen.

He was reviewing the same paragraph when someone approached his table.

Without immediately looking up, he spoke in a calm, detached voice.

"That seat is occupied."

A brief pause. He finally lifted his eyes, glancing at the unfamiliar person standing in front of him.

"There are at least twelve empty tables in this section."

His gaze returned to the screen

"And please keep your voice down. I'm working."