Leaving the HR office, I felt a mix of relief and pressure. The meeting had been less severe than I feared, but the message was clear: I needed to step up.
As I walked back to my desk, I passed Laura, who was wrapped up in a conversation with the director. She caught my eye, her expression unreadable, before turning back to her discussion.
The office buzzed with its usual energy, phones ringing and keyboards clacking, a backdrop to my own thoughts.
I sank into my chair, my mind racing with the implications of the meeting. The deadline pressures, the health scares, the constant need to prove myself.
It was like a treadmill I couldn’t get off, and I was running out of steam.
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