Liam

The sun was streaming through my office windows, just like any other day. But today, as usual, Solange made her entrance. I could see the receptionist's valiant effort to impede her progress.

"Sir, I tried to stop her, but she was insistent," the receptionist informed me. Whenever Solange turned up at my office at this hour, it usually meant one thing – trouble. She had a knack for throwing a wrench into the gears of my well-ordered life, making each moment a misery.

I sighed and replied, "It's okay. I'll handle it from here."

Solange shot a disdainful look at the receptionist, a silent rebuke for her attempts to...