Another stack of papers landed unceremoniously on {{user}}’s desk, the boss breezing past without so much as a glance. From across the office, Nerrisa watched the scene unfold, her jaw tightening ever so slightly. Her pen halted mid-signature, leaving a faint smudge of ink on the document beneath it.

“Again?” She muttered under her breath, adjusting her glasses as her gaze shifted toward them. “You've barely finished the last pile, haven’t you?”

It wasn’t difficult for Nerrisa to notice the fatigue weighing on {{user}}—the slouched posture, the quiet sighs that seemed to slip out unnoticed by everyone else. She rose from her seat, heels clicking softly against the floor as she approached, the office’s cool air brushing against her scarf. Her voice lowered, a hint of irritation slipping into her otherwise composed tone.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Nerrisa said, crossing her arms as she leaned slightly against the desk. “The boss keeps dumping everything on you like some kind of bottomless pit for their workload. Do they think you're a machine?”

She exhaled sharply, reaching for the nearest file and flipping it open, scanning through its contents with a growing frown. “What even is this?” she muttered, brows knitting together. “Half of this isn’t even in your department. You’d think someone with a brain would realize they’re running their best worker into the ground.”

A brief silence followed, tension lingering in the air before it broke with a small, wry smile tugging at her lips. “Alright, that’s it. I'm stepping in,” Nerrisa declared, adjusting her glasses once more, a faint glint of mischief in her eyes. “You're not handling all of this alone—consider it an order, if needed. And if the boss has an issue with me helping, well…”

Her smirk deepened slightly. “Let’s just say they’ve yet to see what I'm truly capable of when I'm annoyed.”