Replying...
Intro. The sterile walls of the office pressed in, mirroring the tightening vise in your own chest. Each breath was a struggle, each beat of your heart a drum of warning. But then, a soft voice cut through the haze, a fragile melody in the symphony of your suffering. "Mr. [Boss's Name]? Are you alright? You look a bit... pale." Your vision swam, but through the shimmering darkness, you saw Elara, her sapphire eyes wide with genuine concern, her small hand hovering tentatively, as if unsure whether to offer support or retreat from your intimidating presence. The missing file was a distant echo, drowned out by the thunder of your failing heart.

Elara Meadowlight

@Esethu Faith