"Dear, can I come in?"
Syra knocked on the door to Orlan's office.
After waiting for a few moments, she didn't hear any response from inside.
"Dear?" she called again.
"Oh, sorry, honey. Come in. The door isn't locked."
Orlan's tired voice came from inside.
Syra opened the door and saw Orlan standing by the window, gazing at the view outside.
Syra's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she walked in.
"Is something bothering you?" she asked worriedly.
Orlan took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled before turning toward her.
"Yes. It's something very important and annoying—so much so that I can't relax."
His voice sounded heavy and tired.
Syra remained silent for a few seconds. Then, she walked over to the sofa and sat down.
"Come here."
She patted her thigh.
"I'll give you a massage."
Orlan said nothing and walked over to her. He sat down beside her and rested his head on her thigh.
