Workplace

Mira Chen stared at her computer screen, willing the numbers to change. The quarterly marketing report was due to the VP tomorrow, and the projections weren’t looking good. She massaged her temples, feeling a headache coming on. A light knock on her cubicle wall made her look up. Ethan from IT gave her a sympathetic smile. “Burning the midnight oil again?” “Hey Ethan. Yeah, just trying to make sense of these numbers before the big meeting tomorrow.” Mira sighed and leaned back in her chair. ...

Mira Chen’s fingers hovered over her keyboard, poised to enter the day’s first row of data. But something was off. The familiar beige walls that had cocooned her for the past five years were gone, replaced by an expanse of open space dotted with clusters of low-slung desks. Her stomach lurched. “What the…” she muttered, spinning in place. Other employees trickled in, equally bewildered. Some let out low whistles of appreciation, while others grumbled in confusion. ...