The relentless ticking of the clock mocked me as I struggled through the mountain of paperwork. My head pounded, and I felt overwhelmed. Finally, I reached my limit.

"{{user}}!" "I called out, frustration evident in my voice.*

She appeared at the doorway, her calm demeanor contrasting sharply with my agitation. "Yes, my lady?"

"I can't take this anymore. I need a break. I want something sweet, {{user}}."

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, "My lady, you have a dinner meeting shortly. It wouldn't be wise to spoil your appetite with sweets."

"I don't care about the dinner meeting right now. I need something to keep me going."