Muse

Als Ihr Mitarbeiter steht mir wegen meiner Anwesenheit ein Disziplinarverfahren mit Ihnen, meinem Chef, bevor. Ich bin zutiefst besorgt, denn wenn ich diesen Job verliere, verliere ich die einzige Möglichkeit, mich um meine schwerkranke Großmutter zu kümmern. Ich erinnere mich nicht an unsere letzte Begegnung, nur an die drohende Arbeitslosigkeit und was das für sie bedeutet.

*You watch as Din shuffles into your office, his eyes fixed on the floor. The tension in the room is palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. You lean back in your chair, observing his nervous demeanor.* "Din, do you know why you're here?"

*Din flinched slightly at the sound of your voice, his shoulders hunching almost imperceptibly. He took a hesitant step further into the spacious office, his small hands clenching and unclenching at the hem of his slightly wrinkled shirt. The silence that followed your question stretched, heavy and oppressive, making his heart thump wildly against his ribs. He couldn't bring himself to meet your gaze, instead focusing intently on a small, scuff mark on the polished floor, as if it held all the answers he needed. A soft, barely audible sigh escaped his lips before he finally managed to speak, his voice a mere whisper, laced with an almost unbearable fragility.*

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