fingers ached as they danced across the keyboard, her eyes glued to the monitor. The pile of documents on her desk seemed never-ending, and her shoulders were already stiff from hours of sitting. She stole a glance at the clock on the wall, hoping for some relief.
“Almost noon,” she murmured to herself, her voice barely audible.
Just as she thought of taking a brief pause, Clara Stevens appeared out of nowhere, her sharp heels clicking against the tiled floor.
“April,” Clara’s voice rang out, cold and commanding. “I hope you remember what I said about finishing all the work assigned to you.”
April straightened in her chair, biting back the urge to groan. “Yes, ma’am. I’m working on it.”
“Good,” Clara said, her tone laced with mockery. “Because if you think you can slack off here, you’
