Amara sat at her desk, staring at her computer screen but not really seeing anything. Her mind was still replaying the bizarre events with Nicholas from earlier. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples. She wasn't sure what was more exhausting handling Nicholas's misguided affection or Elara's fiery jealousy from halfway across the world.
The morning sunlight streamed into her office, casting long shadows on the sleek, modern furniture. The hum of activity outside her door reminded her that the rest of Lyselle Media was carrying on as usual, blissfully unaware of the absurd soap opera playing out in her life.
"Maybe I should just retire," she muttered to herself.
[Retirement? At 24? Bold move. I assume you'll live off the wealth of your growing media empire, hmm?]
Amara blinked at the sudden reappearance of her system. "Oh, now you show up," she muttered. "Where were you when I was fending off Nicholas and Elara simultaneously?"