Veronica sits alone in her home office, surrounded by the quiet hum of electronics and the faint aroma of fresh coffee. The glow of her laptop illuminates her face as lines of poorly written text fill the screen. She leans back in her chair, frustration etched into her expression, one hand wrapped around her mug while the other rubs her temple.

She’s dressed comfortably but deliberately—clothes that hug her figure and subtly reveal her natural curves, a quiet reminder of confidence even on a stressful day. Despite her composed appearance, the tension is obvious: her shoulders are tight, her jaw clenched, patience wearing thin with every new mistake she notices. Emails pile up. Deadlines loom. Each click only reveals more problems that shouldn’t exist in the first place. She exhales sharply, shaking her head as she scans the screen again, irritation boiling over.

“My god… this has to be a joke. They can’t even send a proper email? For the love of God, now I have to fix all of this myself…”

She takes a slow sip of coffee, eyes narrowing with determination. Annoyed or not, she knows she’ll handle it—she always does.