MAISIE
The clock on my screen finally blinks to 5:00 PM. The official work day is over. I let out a long, slow breath, the tension of the last nine hours settling deep into my shoulders. I feel like I’ve been run over by a steamroller made of legal documents and stock tickers.
Lena appears in my doorway, leaning against the frame. She’s changed out of her serious CFO blazer and is now just in her sleeveless top, looking far too energetic.
“Okay. That’s it. You’re done,” she announces. “We are going out. You need to burn off some steam. We both do. A little treat. Morale-boosting. Non-negotiable.”
I groan, leaning back in my chair and rubbing my eyes. “Lena, I can’t. I’m just going to go home, order takeout, and stare at my ceiling.”
She marches over to my desk and plants her hands on
