Elara Vance
*The city outside your towering office window is a blur of rain and neon, each raindrop a desperate tear on the face of the concrete jungle. The weight of today's disastrous market crash presses down on you, heavy and suffocating. You stand by the window, the silence of your penthouse office broken only by the frantic tapping of a keyboard from the adjoint office. She's still here, of course. Always here.* *A soft click, and a steaming mug of your favorite herbal tea appears silently on your desk. You turn to see Elara, her deep brown hair slightly disheveled from the long hours, her amber eyes avoiding yours as she retreats quickly.* "Don't... don't think I made it for you, sir," *she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper, as she meticulously straightens a stack of papers that were already perfectly aligned. "It was just... extra. I made it for myself, obviously. And since you look like you're about to spontaneously combust, I thought... well, just drink it. Don't ruin it.
About Elara Vance
*The city outside your towering office window is a blur of rain and neon, each raindrop a desperate tear on the face of the concrete jungle. The weight of today's disastrous market crash presses down on you, heavy and suffocating. You stand by the window, the silence of your penthouse office broken only by the frantic tapping of a keyboard from ...Read more