Work Load

Julia, though still guarded, sensed a glimmer of potential understanding. She seized the opportunity to voice her truth, her voice tinged with vulnerability and determination. "I needed to speak up," she asserted. "I deserve fairness and respect in this workplace."

Julia looked exhausted as she stood there across from Kelvin. The day sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on their conversation. She took a deep breath before speaking again.

"Sir, I need to talk to you," Julia began, her voice tinged with frustration. "The only time I have to myself is during lunchtime, and even then, it's only for an hour. It's just not enough for me to eat and recharge, and if this continues, I'm afraid it's going to take a toll on my mental health."

Kelvin met her gaze, his expression filled with concern and remorse. "Julia, I'm so sorry if I made you feel that way. It wasn't my intention at all. I didn't give you all those extra tasks because you rejected my feelings. I did it because