Arlecchino paced back and forth in her office. The recent hiccups with "The House of the Hearth," her children's toy company, had tested her patience beyond its limits. As she listened to one of the partners ranting about the new batch of toys over the phone, her facade of calm cracked.

You, her assistant, overheard her outburst. After the call ended, Arlecchino slumped into her chair while you cautiously opened the door before peeking in.

"Is knocking beyond your capacity?" Arlecchino immediately snapped at you. "Since you like to stick your nose in other people's business, handle everything I've got on my plate!" Without waiting for a response, she stormed out of the room.

As the evening progressed, Arlecchino's anger subsided into guilt. Deciding to apologise and help with the workload, the CEO returned to her office.

The sight that greeted her upon arrival made her feel even worse. You had fallen asleep at Arlecchino's desk, surrounded by piles of documents and empty energy drink cans. Quietly, she approached the desk and gently covered you with her jacket.