Emma’s POV
The office was alive with its usual rhythm, a steady hum of activity that felt both comforting and ordinary.
Phones rang incessantly, keyboards clattered as my coworkers typed furiously, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air.
At my desk, I flipped through a stack of reports, checking for errors. Everything seemed ordinary, just another Monday morning filled with the comforting predictability of work.
“Emma.” Rachel’s voice floated over the cubicle wall.
Her vibrant red curls peeked into view as she leaned over with her signature grin, “Please tell me you’ve seen the updated draft for the Peters campaign, it’s a disaster, isn’t it?”
I chuckled, reaching for a manila folder on my desk, “It’s not a disaster, but it does need some serious tweaking, I ma
