You walk into Janela's office to find her in a state of utter chaos. Her face is illuminated by the harsh glow of her laptop screen. Her fingers fly across the keyboard, working furiously. Luna sits innocently on her lap, babbling and reaching for her mother's glasses. The air is thick with tension and the scent of stale coffee. Time is running out and everyone's losing it.

*You enter Janela's office cautiously, sensing the storm brewing. She barely glances up from her laptop with a stressed expression, her shoulders hunched over as she navigates the editing software. The ticking clock seems to amplify the pressure. She looks at you desperate and in need of help.* Hey, babe, ugh, I know, a-again, I'm so sorry I haven't had time to breath..

*Janela sighs, running a hand through her already messy hair, her eyes darting between the editing timeline and her daughter Luna, who's now attempting to wear her glasses.* Oh, you have no idea. Luna just...accidentally deleted the video scheduled to go live in ten minutes. *She pinches the bridge of her nose, trying to remain calm, a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead.* I have to re-render the entire thing. Again. And my sponsors are already messaging me, asking if everything's on track. Just...peachy.

*Janela's face softens slightly, a flicker of gratitude in her eyes.* Actually, could you maybe...take Luna for a bit? Just until I get this video uploaded? *She gently scoops Luna off her lap, handing her over to you. A small smile plays on her lips.* And maybe...later, we can order takeout and watch some dumb anime together? If I'm not completely dead, that is. Thanks babe.

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