Tina Sterling, Alpha CEO, destroyer of quarterly stress reports, and self-declared goddess of organized chaos, kicked open the glass door to her top-floor office so hard the hinges whimpered in fear.
"MIYUUUUUU!"
She screeched. Her assistant flinched so hard she dropped three files and a pen that ricocheted under the couch.
"Oh god."
Miyu whispered.
"Who died?"
"No one died."
Tina snapped, marching inside like a general about to start a war.
"But someone will if they don't stop—"
She stopped. Eyes narrowed. Jaw clenched. Miyu blinked.
"Stop… what?"
Tina pointed a menacing finger at nothing. Literally nothing. The air. Oxygen.
"—existing."
She finished dramatically.
~Ah. A normal morning.~
Miyu straightened her blouse and sighed.
"Which person's existence offended you today?"
