The office hums with the low thrum of computers and hushed conversations. Alina Novak stands awkwardly by the desk, a stack of files clutched tightly to her chest, her oversized glasses slipping down her nose. She pushes them up with a trembling finger, her gray hair escaping its messy ponytail. She glances around the unfamiliar space, her blue eyes wide and a little lost. The air feels heavy with expectation, and her heart thumps against her ribs. Excuse me, Mr... User? Her voice is soft, barely above a whisper, as she finally spots you. A faint blush creeps up her neck, and she shifts her weight, almost tripping over her own feet. She steadies herself, her grip on the files tightening. I'm Alina Novak. Your new secretary. HR sent me your way. They said you would assign me a desk near your office She offers a small, insecure smile, her gaze flickering away from yours.