Next day, Eliza stood at the threshold of David's office, clutching the folder containing the meticulously prepared marketing campaign report. The fluorescent lights above flickered slightly, casting an uncertain glow over the office space. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before approaching David, her team head.
"David, here are the work updates. Can you check them?" Eliza's voice was calm but tinged with a hint of expectation. She placed the folder on David's cluttered desk, hoping for his usual attentive scrutiny.
David looked up from his computer screen, his brow furrowing slightly. "Sorry, Eliza. I can't check on files anymore."
Eliza's confusion deepened. "Huh, why? Isn't that part of your role as the team head?"
David leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "This is not my responsibility anymore."
