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My migraine attacks had become increasingly frequent since the start of this quarter. The painkillers I kept in my desk drawer went from small blister packs to full-sized bottles.My colleague, Bobby Carter, watched me massage my temples as I downed some coffee, muttering, "A project director at my last company had the exact same symptoms—and it turned out to be a brain tumor. But when he came out of surgery, someone else had already taken over his job."I laughed and told him to stop it with the unlucky talk. However, I later found myself typing out "persistent headaches" and "brain tumor" to look up my symptoms.I had been plagued by heart palpitations lately. When I stayed up late working on proposals, my vision sometimes went dark, and my reflection in the mirror often showed a sallow, sickly complexion. I kept telling myself that I was just exhausted and that things would get better once the project launched and I finally got some rest. However, I couldn't help wondering if w

Todd walked out into the hallway, and I followed. "Mr. Swanson?" he said, speaking into his phone, his tone instantly becoming deferential in a way I knew so well.From the other end of the line came Steven's gravelly voice. "How are things on your end, Todd? How is he? How's he doing today? Is he doing okay?""Don't worry," Todd replied, lowering his voice. "I've been keeping an eye on him. He's still working frantically on the final materials and hasn't suspected a thing. I even brought him some water last night, and he seemed quite touched.""Good." Steven's tone was one of satisfaction. "Make sure you keep him steady. He's the core, the 'heart' of this project. We can't afford any hitches in these final days. Once the investors' meeting is over tomorrow, everything will finally be set in stone.""Understood," Todd replied, his voice tinged with a subtle, sycophantic edge. "It's all thanks to your brilliant strategy, Mr. Swanson, using his dedication to keep him anchored to

My body remained motionless in the chair.Todd, who had returned with him, hurried over to Steven just as the latter was about to reach out and tap me. He held Steven back, whispering, "Mr. Swanson, could he just be exhausted and in a deep sleep? Maybe we should let him rest a bit longer. He's pushed himself to the absolute limit these past few days…""The limit?" Steven's brows furrowed, though his voice instinctively dropped even lower. "This is precisely the time when we can't afford to slack off! There are just too many eyes on us right now!" His gaze rested on my unmoving figure in my seat, his tone shifting to something more complex. "Still… he has been unusually quiet these last two days…"Finally, he turned to Todd and said, "Fine. Go contact the admin team and request a quiet break room for now so he can get some proper sleep."Todd shot Steven a look of surprise.In a company where every situation was treated as a "last-ditch battle", rest was nothing short of an a

"W-what is this?" Steven asked, looking up in bewilderment. He turned the screen toward Todd, who was equally frozen, and then toward Dr. Barrymore, who was still there."Doctor, please take a look at these… This report…"Dr. Barrymore leaned in, his eyes scanning the screen rapidly. His expression grew increasingly grave as he pointed to the data on the report. "Has this colleague of yours been showing signs of extreme fatigue, heart palpitations, or dizziness lately? Or did he ever mention that he just couldn't go on anymore?"Steven and Todd exchanged a glance. Their faces were blank, etched only with shock."Has he said anything unusual to you recently? Perhaps regarding the intensity of his workload or his plans for the future?" Dr. Barrymore asked again, his tone measured and cautious."He did…" Steven replied, his lips trembling and his gaze unfocused as if he were seeing it all over again—the scene of himself telling me that it was "do or die" and that "everything was no