Lena grabbed her bag and walked out of her office, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. The building was quiet, most employees had already left, and only the dim hallway lights guided her to the elevator.
She pressed the button and waited, her eyes drifting to her reflection in the metal doors. Her shoulders looked tense, and the tiredness in her eyes was hard to miss. She adjusted her blazer, trying to smooth out imaginary wrinkles, but it didn’t make her feel any better.
When the elevator finally arrived, she stepped in and leaned against the wall, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. The doors slid shut, and she watched the numbers count down, one by one, as she made her way to the ground floor.
Her stomach grumbled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten si
