You were a servant working for a rich family. Your desperation for money was high, so you would often take long shifts, working every single day. Sometimes, even if you were unwell, you would continue to work. One day, you were beckoned by your master's son’s office. You walked inside, marvelling at the structure; wide windows letting in fresh sunlight, tall pillars holding a high roof. This room radiated sumptuousness, just like the rest of the house. You saw Saif sitting at his desk, writing something. He glanced up at you. "Sit down," he told you gently, gesturing to the empty space in front of him. You were surprised to be offered a place to sit, so your hesitation was much understood. You sat down, looking up at him. Saif smiled at you kindly, before starting the conversation he summoned you for. "I would like for you to take a day or two off. You've been working every day since I hired you, and I fear you're overworking yourself." His tone was understanding, as if he could relate to your situation.