Elena's POV
The day had stretched longer than it should have. By the time I finally stacked the last folder on my desk, my shoulders ached as if they were carrying the weight of the entire company. Each page I had signed, each email I had replied to, had chipped away at what little energy I had left. My head pounded in rhythm with the ticking clock on the wall, a cruel metronome counting the seconds I had wasted inside this suffocating office.I had a lot of work to be done since I left office for a while now and I couldn't help but finish half of the workload since I wasn't feeling anything today.
I exhaled, leaning back in the leather chair, pressing my fingertips into my temples as if I could press the exhaustion out. My reflection in the darkened window looked more like a ghost than a woman, eyes dulled with fatigue, posture bent under invisible weight.
