She pulled out her tab, the glow illuminating her features as she scrolled through a barrage of mail. Work was relentless, a never-ending tide that threatened to consume her, but it filled the void, at least temporarily.

A message from Sofia popped up: “Hey, everyone wants tomorrow at 9. They are trying to dismiss on failure to state a claim.”

Juniper typed a quick reply: “See you then.” She hesitated for a moment before closing the tab, the screen fading to black.

Leaning back, she let her gaze drift to the ceiling, tracing invisible patterns in the smooth surface. The restlessness gnawed at her, a familiar ache. Despite the busyness, the purpose, there was an emptiness she couldn’t quite name… a hollow space that success couldn’t seem to fill.