Hanna finished her work report and habitually glanced at the cellphone on her desk.
Ah, another day working until the early hours.
If this continues, she will inevitably, like her colleagues, need to see a psychologist, taking antidepressants every evening just to sleep peacefully, and tomorrow, after attending the department's hearing and handling a series of handover tasks, she still has to attend a class reunion in the evening.
Hanna, I hope this time you can withstand the pressure of work and make it out of the Seventh District unscathed.
After a year of working, Hanna's dream had changed.
She, like countless other graduates, once dreamed of becoming the backbone of the department and one day making it into the management through her own efforts.
For this purpose, she designed a detailed schedule on her first day at work.
But now, her dream was much simpler and could be described in two words—staying alive.
Every additional day was a victory.
