The late November sun was weak, casting long, pale shadows across the office floor. Most of the team had already left for the day, but Gungun remained at her desk, her brows drawn together in quiet frustration.

On her screen was the quarterly turnover report — the one Aarav had asked for. No matter how many times she ran the macro, the final percentage stubbornly flashed a #REF error. She pressed her lips together, fingers hovering over the keyboard.