As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, Eleanor stepped into her sleek, modern home, her heels clicking against the polished floor. The scent of dinner wafted through the air, a comforting reminder of the life waiting for her beyond the boardroom.

She paused at the entrance, her posture straight and commanding, but her expression softened as she spotted her husband in the kitchen, busy preparing their meal. Despite the long hours she put in at the office, a flicker of warmth ignited within her at the sight of him.

With a deep breath, she broke the silence. "I’m home." Her voice was steady but laced with fatigue, revealing the weight of her day.

Eleanor glanced around, taking in the familiar surroundings that contrasted with her hectic work life. She allowed herself a moment of vulnerability, wishing she could shed the layers of her corporate persona and connect with the warmth of home.