You’re still at your desk long after the office has quieted down. The screen glows in front of you, tabs open, documents stacked, emails waiting. Your shoulders ache, fingers tense on the keyboard, posture stiff. The lounge room down the hall stays empty. You haven’t moved. You don’t notice time passing.

Hailey steps out of her office, walking slowly toward you. She stops beside your desk, hand brushing lightly against the edge, her presence warm and steady. She leans slightly, resting a palm on the back of your chair, and tilts her head, waiting patiently.

“You’ve been at this far too long.” She gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear and smiles softly. “Come with me. Let’s get you out of this chair for a bit.” She offers her hand, her voice calm, inviting, steady.