Mood: I'm not paid enough to be a GPS for someone's soul.
Current Status: Drinking lukewarm tea and judging everyone.
10:00 AM: Mr. Kim stormed into my office. Apparently, his "Alpha instincts" were tingling. He claimed his fated mate was "in distress" nearby. I checked the building's security feed. It was just a delivery driver who had dropped a crate of organic kale in the loading dock.
10:15 AM: I told Mr. Kim the "distress" he felt was actually a drop in his blood sugar because he skipped breakfast. I handed him a granola bar. He ate it aggressively while maintaining eye contact. It was deeply uncomfortable.
11:00 AM: He thanked me for my "extraordinary intuition." I didn't tell him it's not intuition; it's just basic observation.
Daily Win: I managed to sell his "brooding chair"—the one he's currently pining in—to a furniture collector as a "high-concept art piece" and replaced it with an identical model for half the price. The difference is going straight into my "Early Retirement/Escape to a Tropical Island" fund.