The weekend had finally arrived, but for Alina, it didn't mean a vacation. As she packed her bag at her desk, her movements were slow and heavy.
The night shift had drained her energy, and her eyes felt sandy from staring at a computer screen for hours. She had assignments due at the university and presentations that needed her full attention. She didn't want to spend her Saturday being fruitless, sleeping away the hours while her responsibilities piled up.
She was just about to zip her bag when a sharp voice sliced through the quiet morning air of the office.
"Alina, I think you should stop editing those manuscripts and stick to the formatting department. Your taste is whack!"
Alina looked up to see Maryam standing there. Her long blond hair cascaded down her back in perfect waves, looking far too neat for someone who had supposedly been working. She glared at Alina and Abigail with a look of pure disgust.
