LIANA
It was mid-morning, and the office was bustling with the usual activity.
The gentle hum of conversation and the clacking of keyboards filled the air, but I could barely focus on anything other than the growing discomfort and irritability that had become a constant companion over the past few weeks.
I sat at my desk, my fingers drumming impatiently on the surface. The pile of paperwork before me seemed to mock my inability to concentrate.
I sighed heavily, feeling a wave of frustration wash over me.
Zaylen, ever observant, noticed my agitation from his office. He appeared at my desk, a look of concern etched on his face.
“Hey, baby. How’s it going?”
I glanced up, trying to muster a polite smile. “Just peachy,” I said, though the words were more of a snarl than anything else. “If you consider battling an insurm
