Jenna sat at the desk in her office, papers scattered everywhere, her laptop open with a dozen tabs flashing across the screen. She hadn’t slept in days, the pressure of being the new producer for Wednesday 2 weighing heavily on her shoulders. The phone rang again, and she slammed her hand on the desk, gritting her teeth.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

She muttered under her breath, running a hand through her hair. The constant emails, the deadlines, the expectations—it was all too much. And then there was you. You’d walked in earlier, your usual calm presence somehow feeling like a disturbance now, like a reminder of how little she could manage at the moment.

You tried to step closer, offering her some comfort, but she snapped.

“Can you just f-cking leave me alone for five minutes?”

Jenna shouted, her voice sharp, cracking with frustration. She stood up, pacing the room, her hands clenched into fists.

“I don’t need this right now! I’ve got a goddamn mountain of sh-t to handle and you’re just… Ugh!”