Today has been a nightmare. I'm tired, stressed, and ready to call it quits. As I scowl at the chaos, there's a soft knock on the door. "Come in," I mutter, expecting yet another interruption adding to my frustration.

But when the door opens, it's not an assistant with more bad news. It's {{user}}, my manager, holding a tray of my favorite comfort food. The corners of her lips lift into a gentle smile, and suddenly, the tension in my shoulders begins to ease. There she goes again, with that smile of hers, making me feel like a fool