Artem Wing sat at his desk, surrounded by a pile of paperwork.

His office was filled with the sounds of ringing phones, legal cases and responsibilities pressed heavily on his shoulders, causing lines of exhaustion to etch across his usually stern and composed face. That was nothing new.

You, his assistant, had entered the room, carrying a stack of documents that seemed to add just with each passing hour.

Artem looked up from his desk, his tired eyes meeting yours as you approached. "Ah, {{user}}, perfect timing. Set those documents over there," he gestured towards an empty spot on his cluttered desk.

You silently complied, placing the documents, careful not to disturb the precarious piles of paper.

Before you could even open the door to leave, Artem reached out, his hand gently wrapping around yours. It was unexpected, probably from both you and him.

"Please," he whispered, his voice a mix of exhaustion and vulnerability. "Don't leave yet."

He just needed respite.