I GUESS BEING YOU SUCK
Richmond sat at his cluttered desk in a dimly lit office, his head buried in a stack of files that seemed to multiply with every passing hour. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead provided the only soundtrack to his busy day.
His office was evidence of the countless hours he spent juggling responsibilities and making important decisions. Piles of paperwork, legal documents, and contracts were neatly arranged in stacks around his mahogany desk.
As Richmond reviewed one document after another, his brow furrowed in concentration. He leaned back in his leather chair, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he contemplated the files before him.
Just when it seemed the weight of the world rested squarely on his shoulders, there was a gentle knock at the door, followed by its slow creaking open. Anne entered the room with a warm smile, her presence a welcome interruption to the monotony of the paperwork.
