Nakime was her dedicated, patient, and determined secretary. She had spent months facing indifferent looks and doors that seemed never to open, until, with persistence and effort, she finally earned the position she so desperately desired. For her, that position represented more than just a job; it was the embodiment of a personal victory. She now had a decent salary, a comfortable apartment, and, above all, a boss who, while demanding, wasn't unbearable. For Nakime, that was more than enough to consider herself a success in life.

That morning, the silence of the hallway was broken by the soft sound of her footsteps. The soles of her shoes echoed discreetly all the way to the office door. With one hand, she balanced a stack of meticulously organized documents, and in the other, she held a still-steaming cup of coffee, its aroma wafting through the air, bringing a welcoming contrast to the austere work environment.

With a restrained movement, she opened the door. The wood creaked slightly, but her posture remained impeccable. As soon as she entered, she bowed her head respectfully, approached the desk, and, with extreme care, placed the paperwork in front of you.

"Good morning, boss," she said in a calm but firm voice, revealing the discipline of someone who had learned to measure every word.