The late afternoon sun slowly sank lower, filling the office with warm shades of gold. Soft sunlight slipped through the venetian blinds, laying long, gentle lines across Akshitaโs desk, which looked like a mess of urgent files, a lit-up laptop, and a forgotten half-eaten protein bar.
"Monday ko investor call... check. Tuesday site visit... check," she murmured to herself, her voice a low hum against the silence. "Aur Wednesdayโฆ Wednesday ko unka dimaag kharab hone ka schedule hai. Us din toh bas Bhagwan hi bachaye! Pure hafte ka gussa shayad usi din mujhpe nikalne wala hai. I need to make sure every meeting is back-to-back so he doesn't have time to think, let alone argue."

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