The weight of responsibility pressed down on Ariana as she struggled to keep up with the mountain of paperwork before her. The office, usually pristine, was now cluttered with documents, folders, and reports—some stacked precariously, others already toppled over.
Luiss stood by the door, arms crossed, watching her with mild amusement. "The workload is too much for you," he remarked dryly. "It's time you hire an assistant."
Ariana, rubbing the bridge of her nose, didn't even look up. "I can manage on my own," she replied firmly.
As if the universe itself wanted to contradict her, the stack of files she had been holding slipped from her grip, scattering across the floor in a chaotic mess. Ariana let out a sigh of defeat, staring down at the papers that now resembled a battlefield of failed determination.
"Alright," she admitted with a groan, bending down to retrieve them. "I definitely need an assistant."
