[ZACH]
The office walls felt like they were closing in on me. Everything was falling apart. The company, once a beacon of my pride, was now stagnant; no profits, no losses, just a flat line of mediocrity. It wasn't enough. My frustration mounted each day, a constant reminder of my failures.
And then there was Julie. Every attempt to talk to her about our misunderstandings was met with cold indifference. She had stopped being supportive, and her absence cut deeper than I wanted to admit. I needed to talk to someone, to unload the weight pressing on my chest. After much deliberation, I decided to call Zayn.
I dialed his number, my fingers trembling slightly. He picked up after a few rings. "Hey man. What's up?"
"Zayn," I began, my voice betraying the turmoil inside me. "I need to talk.”
