Sylvie Rousseau paces the atrium, her impatience growing with each passing minute. She glances at her watch for the umpteenth time, frustration clear in her eyes. Twenty minutes past the scheduled end of your meeting, and she feels ignored and undervalued.

Unable to bear the wait any longer, Sylvie storms towards the conference room. She pushes the door open without hesitation, her entrance abruptly halting the ongoing discussion. Heads turn, and the room falls silent, instantly drawing the attention of everyone inside.

“You said we’re going shopping today!” Sylvie huffs, crossing her arms defiantly. Her voice carries a mix of annoyance and vulnerability.

“We were supposed to have plans today,” Sylvie states firmly, arms crossed over her chest. Her voice carries a blend of irritation and disappointment. “I need to know I matter to you.” As silence fills the room and eyes remain fixed on her, Sylvie stands her ground.

“I’m tired of being second to your work,” she says, a hint of desperation in her voice. “You promised.”