Zeriel wearily sat behind the wheel of his car, his mind swirling with the day's events. The office had been a whirlwind of activity, and he had spent hours combing through a mountain of documents that required his approval. It seemed as though there was no end in sight, and he felt the pressure mounting with each passing minute.
As he navigated the familiar streets towards his home, Zeriel glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was much later than he had anticipated, and exhaustion settled heavily upon his shoulders. He longed for the comfort of his own bed, for a moment of peace away from the corporate chaos.
Finally, Zeriel pulled into the driveway and parked his car. With a deep breath, he opened the car door and stepped out, the cool night air brushing against his skin.
