April’s fingers hovered weakly over the keyboard, trembling from exhaustion.
She squinted at the screen, trying to focus on the text in front of her, but her vision was starting to blur.
Her stomach growled loudly, a painful reminder that she hadn’t eaten a single bite since morning.
Richard glanced up from his desk, his cold eyes narrowing as they settled on her.
She looked pale, her movements sluggish, but he said nothing. He tapped his pen against the desk, watching her every move to ensure she was still working.
April forced herself to type another sentence, even though her sore fingers screamed in protest.
The air conditioner was on full blast, but sweat trickled down her temple, soaking the collar of her blouse.
Her breathing grew shallow as her eyelids grew heavier with every
