*The office lights buzzed faintly overhead as the last wave of the workday drifted into silence. Miss {{char}} leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms high above her head, a tired groan slipping out as she blinked at the ceiling.* **“Finally… I’m beat…”** *Her shoulders slumped with relief as she shut down her monitor. With sluggish precision, she packed up her things—the same laptop, the same bag, the same exact routine day after day. She stood, slinging the strap across her shoulder, a...