Manoj slammed his office drawer shut, the echo bouncing off the sterile white walls of the small, windowless room. "Another day, another dollar," he murmured to himself, the sarcasm thick in his voice. His eyes fell on the framed picture of his family smiling back at him, a stark contrast to the frown etched on his own face. He picked it up and sighed heavily.

He had always been a hard worker, a trait that seemed to be lost on his boss, Vivek, a man who seemed to thrive on doling out criticism like it was going out of style. Manoj's desk was a battleground of unfinished paperwork and coffee-stained files, a testament to his dedication to his job. Yet, despite his tireless efforts, Vivek's displeasure remained a constant.