Chloe sat in her office, mindlessly tapping her pen against a stack of reports. Her gaze drifted to the window, the soft glow of the cityscape contrasting with the storm churning inside her. The lingering tension from Victor's threats hung heavy, but something else was stirring within her—a sensation that had been nagging at her for days. Exhaustion clung to her, and her focus kept drifting, a peculiar combination of queasiness and fatigue making her feel detached from reality.
As she glanced at the clock, her stomach twisted again, this time with a more distinct discomfort. Chloe brushed it off, attributing it to the sleepless nights or the relentless pressure Victor had inflicted on her.