Zephany fumbled with her bag, stepping into the bustling lobby of Air Media. The hum of ringing phones and the chatter of colleagues filled the air. She adjusted her blazer nervously, feeling the weight of the day ahead.
Before she could make it to her desk, a voice called out.
"Zephany!"
She spun around, startled. Faren Davidson, her boss, approached her with an unusually bright smile. Normally, the man barely acknowledged anyone, let alone greeted them like this.
"Good morning, Mr. Davidson," she said, trying to mask her confusion.
"Morning? It's more than that!" Faren beamed, holding out a steaming cup of coffee. "Here, have some coffee. You deserve it."
Zephany blinked. Coffee? From him?
Was this a prank? Had someone dared him to be nice? Still, the rich aroma was tempting.
"Thank you," she murmured, carefully accepting the cup.
"Congratulations, Zephany! You really pulled it off."
She blinked again. "Pulled what off?"
