The next morning, the office felt unusually alive. Phones rang nonstop, printers hummed, and voices tangled in a chaotic rhythm that made it hard to think straight. I barely had time to breathe before Tia tossed a stack of files into my hands, muttering something about urgent submissions.
"Everyone's swamped. You'll have to take these yourself," she said without looking up from her screen.
I adjusted the folders in my arms, sighed, and made my way to the elevator. My head was still a storm but i'd forced it all down, layer by layer, convincing myself I could handle it.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding. Inside stood a woman tall, with honey-brown skin and soft curls that framed her face. She looked elegant yet unbothered, scrolling through her phone.
"Hey, you are the famous drama queen" she said, glancing at me with a small, knowing smile. "You look like you could use ten hours of sleep."
I let out a small laugh. "Only ten?"
