39. The Towering Task

Abigail's pov -

As the Marketing Manager's booming voice reverberated through the office, my spine tingled with a mix of anticipation and dread. It was the kind of order that made you question your life choices and wonder if you accidentally stumbled into a parallel universe where sanity was optional.

"Abigail, Ema," the Marketing Manager barked, his words laced with impatience. "I need every database from the past three years neatly organized in a spreadsheet. And I want it done within a week. Chop-chop!"

Ema and I exchanged wide-eyed glances, the weight of the task settling upon us like a heavy fog. I swear, if I hadn't been securely seated, I would have toppled over like a fainting goat. Spreadsheet? Three years' worth of data? Did he really expect us to perform this Herculean feat?

Suppressing a nervous giggle, I turned to Ema and said, "Well, Ema, it looks like our dreams of leisurely sipping iced coffees and casually browsing the internet are officially dashed. We're about to