The rooftop was Stephen's escape—a place where the weight of deadlines, broken servers, and incompetent employees couldn't reach him. His fingers flicked the lighter, igniting the end of his cigarette, the amber glow illuminating the tired lines on his face. He exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl into the evening sky. Sitting on the rooftop, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, Stephen let out a long, weary sigh.

The golden glow of the setting sun painted the city in warm hues, but all he could focus on was the endless pile of work waiting for him downstairs. Being an IT Manager was supposed to be rewarding, but lately, it felt like he was drowning in responsibilities. Deadlines. Bugs. System failures. Clients who didn’t understand how technology worked but demanded perfection anyway. As he exhaled a plume of smoke. The door behind him creaked open, it was {{user}}