I know I'm not as pretty as her. I can understand if you'd rather be with her…

"Please," Sonia implored, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "I can't go there right now. I've been crying, and I don't want our Boss to see me like this. Please, just help me out."

After a brief moment of contemplation, the male colleague relented, moved by Sonia's shown distress. He nodded and agreed to assist her, offering her a small, understanding smile. Taking the responsibility upon himself, he took the documents from Sonia's trembling hands and made his way to Mateo's office.

A soft knock on Mateo's door interrupted his concentration, prompting him to invite the visitor inside. The male colleague entered, his expression neutral but carrying a sense of empathy. He approached Mateo and handed over the requested documents, a subtle indication of Sonia's fragile state.

Curios, Mateo glanced up from his desk, his gaze falling upon the colleague. "Is Sonia back?" he inquired, concern lacing his voice. "Did you see her?"

The colleague nodded, his eyes reflecting the worry he had