Chapter 2: Building Tension
The cheap plastic chairs of the break room had never felt so uncomfortable. Sara Khan couldn't remember her hands trembling so much before, either. She had already stared at the clock above the coffee machine three times, the second hand pausing and jumping every few seconds. Was she really waiting for her sixty-year-old team leader to show up? Why did she spill her drink all over her lap?
Sara took a deep breath and held her hands out in front of her, praying that the nervous shiver would vanish if she ignored it long enough.
She couldn't believe what had happened just a few moments ago. Mr. Sharma had asked her to meet him in the break room, and without a second thought, she agreed.
The break room was an unremarkable space, but the chemistry between them made every corner feel charged. A storm brewed outside, an apt backdrop to the intense conversations they had been sharing recently. Sara wondered if Mr. Sharma felt the same burning connection she did, but his eyes were always focused on work.