Seraphina's Point Of View
One week.
Seven days.
And somehow, life had decided that wasn't nearly enough chaos for me.
I leaned back in my chair, one hand supporting my temple as my eyes scanned the report glowing on my tablet screen. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, a constant companion to my growing frustration.
"Victor…" I muttered under my breath, scrolling slowly through the document. "If you submit one more report without proper formatting, I will personally revoke your right to spreadsheets."
The numbers weren't bad.
Actually, they were good. Better than expected, even. Victor had a talent for analysis that I couldn't deny, no matter how much his presentation skills made me want to weep.
But the presentation?
Criminal.
"Who raised these people?" I whispered to myself, dragging my finger down the screen with increasing dismay. "Headings fighting for their lives… alignment missing like it went on vacation… font sizes that apparently chose themselves at random…"
