The steady rhythm of keystrokes filled Ananya’s sleek, modern CEO cabin, the soft hum of the air conditioning blending seamlessly with the distant murmur of the office outside. She sat at her expansive desk, eyes fixed on the glowing screen, lost in the intricate dance of numbers and words that dictated the empire she commanded. Sunlight poured through the glass walls, casting golden reflections on the marble flooring, illuminating the controlled chaos of her work. 

Just as she was about to dive deeper into a financial report, the door burst open with dramatic flair, and in walked Dev, her ever-expressive secretary, his face contorted into an exaggerated look of pure exasperation. His hands flailed in the air as if the weight of the world—or, more accurately, the weight of a very specific problem—had just been dropped onto his delicate shoulders.