"Amelia, you cannot live well while I'm facing doom!" Dr. Wen Liu murmured as she clenched her fist with a murderous aura emitting from her.
Amelia sat at her polished mahogany desk, the late afternoon sun casting patterns of gold across her office. The flicker of her computer screen was the only sound in the otherwise silent room. Still, that moment of peace was shattered when a sudden sneeze erupted from her, startling her from her thoughts. “Someone must be cursing me again,” she mused wryly, a hint of amusement curling her lips. Her voice carried a touch of irony as if she had long since resigned herself to the mockery and deceit that seeped into every corner of her life like a persistent fog.
Behind Amelia’s composed exterior, a storm of thoughts swirled. She wondered what new absurdity awaited her today. Just as Amelia leaned back into her chair, hoping to collect herself, her steely-eyed assistant, Yina, stormed through the door with palpable urgency.