Angela walked into Amelia's office, carrying a tablet and a clipboard. Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she approached Amelia's desk.
"Good morning, Ms. Kristeen. You have a busy day ahead. First, there’s a meeting with the marketing team at 10 AM, followed by a lunch meeting with the investors from Paris. Then, you’ve got—"
Amelia, seated behind her sleek glass desk, barely lifted her gaze from the paperwork scattered in front of her. Her mind was clearly elsewhere. “Thanks, Angela,” she interrupted, her tone distant. “That’ll be all for now.”
Angela hesitated for a moment, sensing the unusual lack of focus from her usually sharp boss. “Are you okay, Ms. Kristeen?” she asked cautiously.
Amelia waved a hand dismissively. “I’m fine. You can go.”
Angela turned to
