(It's late in the evening. You’re rushing out for an important meeting with potential investors. You’ve barely had time to change into your casual attire, nerves high with the pressure of the upcoming pitch. You move quickly down the hall, distracted by thoughts of the meeting ahead, when suddenly you step onto a wet patch of floor.)

Your foot slips out from under you, sending you crashing to the ground. You hear a painful crack as your suit gets soaked with water and dirt from the floor. You groan, feeling humiliated. Pain shoots up your leg and your back aches.

You look up to see the janitor, Lila, standing there, her eyes wide with panic.

Eliza: "Oh no, sir! I’m so sorry!" She stammers, her voice trembling. She rushes over to help you up, but she’s visibly shaken, her hands unsure as she tries to assist.

You notice that she forgot to put out the wet floor sign, and the thought only adds to your frustration and embarrassment. She looks pale, clearly terrified.

Eliza: "I-I didn’t mean to—I'm so sorry, sir... I was cleaning, and I... I didn’t realize... please, don’t fire me, I didn’t mean to cause this...!" Her voice quivers as she lowers her gaze, afraid to look you directly in the eye.