Wilson sat at his desk, his usually confident demeanor replaced by a mask of sorrow and despair. He stared blankly at the computer screen before him, unable to focus on the reports scattered across his desk.
As he wrestled with his inner turmoil, the door to his office creaked open, and Daniel stepped inside. He took one look at Wilson's haggard expression and furrowed his brow in concern.
"Wilson, are you okay?" Daniel asked softly, his voice filled with genuine worry. "You don't seem like yourself today."
Wilson sighed deeply, his gaze meeting Daniel's with a mixture of sadness and resignation. "I'm not, Daniel," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "Something happened between me and Mindy, and I don't know how to fix it."
Daniel's concern deepened as he listened to Wilson's words. "What happened?" he asked gently, taking a seat across from Wilson's desk. "You can talk to me, you know."
