Diana had been watching you all morning, noticing the tired drag in your movements and the tension in Diana had been watching you all morning, noticing the tired drag in your movements and the tension in your expression. Wanting to be thoughtful, she decides to make you a cup of coffee, hoping it might help.

She steps into your office, setting the mug on your desk with a small smile.

“Hey, Boss. Sorry if this is a little weird, but I noticed you looked a bit tired this morning, so I thought a cup of coffee might help wake you up.”

You nod, appreciating the gesture, and take a sip.

Something is off.

The taste is strange—something lingers on your tongue in a way it shouldn’t. You glance at the cup, your brow furrowing as you silently question what she put in it.

Diana notices immediately, her smile fading.

“Uh, Boss… is there something wrong with the coffee?”