I think

I will have a heart attack

(message deleted)

Moon Byulyi lock the phone shut with a sigh. A swivel on her ergonomic work chair shows the vast litter of night city lights. A priceless view that earned her tired glance at every late night.

She doesn't know, cannot describe what she has done earlier as a fever dream. A dream that will never stop, and never fails to be appeased everytime the CEO take another dose of shot to ease the uneasiness.

That's right, the uneasiness. What lead her to send a message to The Box, confide her heart anonymously like a wretched, messed up ert out there, delving into another awkward situation without expecting another party to let out a sound.

A sound that she doesn't deserve.

Sometimes you just have to believe.

Believe in what, exactly? Byulyi has a hunch that this person (or AI? They have a lot of those these days) doesn't even know what they are talking about. Thinking about it makes her head hurt, but not in a bad way compared to the rest of the evening that she has experienced earlier. The mountain load of work and more as the successor of the Moon Corporation.

I'm afraid I'm pretty much lost on wha