Chapter 21 Strain

• Eve’s fingers flew over the keyboard, her eyes glued to the holographic screen hovering in front of her. The constant hum of the office felt like a distant roar, the usual background noise now amplified by the weight pressing on her shoulders. The clock on the wall ticked away mercilessly, reminding her of the ever-looming deadline.
• "Eve, I need those projections by the end of the day," her supervisor's voice cut through the din, sharp and insistent.
• She nodded absently, her mind already racing to the next task. The pressure was relentless, and the balancing act between her demanding career and her failing marriage felt like a precarious tightrope walk. She couldn't afford to slip.