The Elara Experience 

Amara stood there, arms crossed, her expression as cool as it could be under the circumstances, but inside, she was a roiling mess of dread, panic, and... well, dread again. Managing Elara's career? Seriously? She'd barely survived managing her own life, let alone the chaotic whirlwind that was Elara.

[Congrats, Amara! Only 28 more days of this delightful torture! You're doing great.]

The sarcastic voice of her ever-present system piped up in her mind. Oh, fantastic. Just what she needed an audience to her inevitable failure.

"Shut up," she muttered under her breath, earning a confused glance from Marisol, who was still gloating about the waitress incident.

[Aw, come on. You're not seriously upset about that little comment, are you? You and Elara, a couple it's not like it's that far-fetched. I mean, with your sparkling personality, who could resist?]