My boss, Gavin Bright, didn't even look up as he pushed the report back to the edge of his desk. "Why do you need time off? You're not dead yet, are you?"Then, he leaned back in his chair as he rolled the pen between his fingers, his tone dripping with superiority."Seraphina, this project is at a critical stage. Ms. Wayman is coming tomorrow to hear the presentation for the fourth version of our proposal. You're the project lead. Yet, you're telling me you need time off now?"I took a deep breath, a dull ache spreading through my chest."I've pulled 23 all-nighters in a row. Mr. Bright, my heart is already working at its limit. I'll die if I keep pushing myself like this."My supervisor, Phoebe Alistair, let out a mocking laugh. "Oh, Seraphina, that's a little dramatic, don't you think?"She filed her nails before casually blowing at them."Everyone in this line of work has pulled all-nighters. You can do the work of three people by yourself. So, why are you suddenly feeling s
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