Work-Life Balance
Maya's flat, the kitchen table buried in paperwork — three weeks after the partner vanished
The funds were gone, and so was the partner. Three weeks of damage control had kept the company from collapsing, but the strain had begun to take its toll: Maya was sleeping badly and snapping at everyone. The firm she'd nearly bankrupted herself for would be worthless without the health to enjoy it — she needed to strike a balance between saving the company and saving herself.
Lena: You can't run on adrenaline forever, Maya. Even ten minutes to work out in the morning would clear your head before the inbox does.
The same kitchen, that evening, phone lighting up with messages
By nine the kitchen was quiet. Maya laid out her trainers so there was no excuse to put on her work clothes again.
Whichever boundary she drew, the panic eased. Within a fortnight she was steadier, sharper — and the company was still standing.