The next morning was chaos, the usual kind that somehow followed Mina everywhere. She'd spilled coffee on her notes, forgot her ID card again, and tripped over absolutely nothing while trying to greet the security guard.
By the time she reached the office, her lungs were on fire and her smile was a little lopsided. Still, she waved to everyone like she owned the place. "Good morning!"
The design team cheered back. Someone from marketing handed her a stray stapler she'd lost two days ago. The atmosphere around her always seemed to brighten, not because she tried hard, but because she couldn't help it.
Mina thrived in movement. She darted between desks, checking in on files, cracking small jokes, even remembering who hadn't eaten breakfast yet. She had this way of making work seem a little less mechanical.
She was good at her job, organized in her own messy, colorful way.
