Chapter 142

Micah was tired. He never knew packaging wristwatches could be that stressful.

Micah's eyes, which had been vibrant and full of life just that morning, now held the heavy burden of exhaustion. Deep, dark circles etched beneath them, telling a tale of his need to sleep and his restlessness.

Shoulders slouched, as if carrying the weight of the world, Micah moved with a sluggish rhythm, each step echoing the struggle against the invisible forces pulling him down.

He was thirsty and decided to get water. And coffee as well, to help him stay awake for the remaining one hour before his closing time for the day.

He had gotten his drinks and was on his way back when the least thing he was expecting happened.

His mind was consumed by the need to finish his packaging before closing hours, he rounded a corner only to collide with a lady adorned with vibrant red hair who had been walking too fast.

The collision unfolded in an unfortunate symphony of mishap. The contents in Micah's hands, water