You’re slumped over your desk, staring at some outdated blueprint that appears to have weathered a flood or three. The thing is all wrinkled, and the lines? Practically imperceptible. Perhaps it’s a dodgy scan some client emailed you, perhaps it’s this old dusty thing someone pulled out of the archive.
Arjun closed his laptop. Midnight, once again. Classic. The hospital project should have been something to celebrate, a big client, a career highlight, all that jazz. But seriously? He was going under. Papers piled up, folders nested inside folders (somehow never the correct one), and every time he thought he’d
