𝗦𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩
I sat at my desk, staring at the endless stack of files Sophia had dumped on me the moment I stepped into her cabin. My fingers ached from typing, my eyes burned from staring at the screen, and my patience was dangling by a thread.
Sophia had assigned me more tasks in a single morning than I thought humanly possible. If that wasn’t bad enough, she kept calling me every fifteen to twenty minutes, adding small “urgent” tasks or nitpicking over the ones I had already completed.
By the third call, I wanted to scream. By the fifth, I started questioning whether she had a personal vendetta against me.
“Does she think I’m a machine?” I muttered under my breath, rubbing my temples. The woman was relentless, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was doing this on purpose.
As I worked on yet another modification, my phone buzzed again. Of course, it’s her, I thought bitterly, but when I checked the screen, it wasn’t Sophia this time.
It was Raj.
I stared at the nam
