I screamed and fell over from the chair I sat on, I hit my head slightly, and I groaned in pain.
"Mr. Darhk, are you okay sir?" I heard from the voice that it was a lady who asked me, I looked up at who was speaking to me.
The woman who spoke to me wore a simple yet professional outfit, a collared blouse paired with a knee-length skirt and heels of sensible length.
Her attire suggested efficiency and practicality, with no unnecessary frills or adornments, it was simply, yet smart.
She had a friendly and kind demeanor, and her expression focused and determined as she leaned over me.
She packed her long black hair into a ponytail which properly framed her face.
Behind her glasses, her bright blue eyes sparkled with intelligence and determination, a testament to her dedication to her job.
Despite the urgency in her voice, there was a sense of familiarity about her, as if we had crossed paths in the office before.
