ADRIAN sat behind his polished mahogany desk, his eyes skimming through the papers in front of him for what seemed like the tenth time that morning. The numbers looked blurred, words danced out of place, and nothing seemed to make sense. He set the file aside with a frustrated sigh, only to pull another one closer, but ended up fumbling it too.
Across the office, Peter had been quietly watching the chaos unfold. He had spent the better part of the morning stepping in, correcting errors, reminding Adrian of forgotten notes, re-filing what Adrian had tossed aside absentmindedly. Still, it was clear something wasn’t right.
Finally, Peter stepped closer.
“Sir, is… is everything alright? You seem a little off today. If there is anything I can do—”
Adrian didn’t even lift his eyes from the
