As the Madrid sky burned orange at dusk, Sofía García finally hit Send on the last email of the year’s biggest client project.

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The final design was delivered. The stress that had been sitting between her shoulder blades all day loosened—just slightly.

It was 8 p.m.
She’d been at her desk since 8 a.m., surviving on a short office nap and a rushed bite of food. The once-crowded floor was emptying fast; only a few coworkers remained, hunched over their screens, chasing their own deadlines.

She leaned back in her chair and let the hum of the office settle around her. The lights above buzzed softly, too bright for this hour, washing the room in a tired white glow. Outside the windows, Madrid was already shifting into night—streetlamps flickering on, traffic thinning, the city exhaling.

Sofía rolled her shoulders, feeling the familiar ache protest and then subside. Her inbox was quiet now. No new pings. No last-minute “one more tiny change” emails. Just silence. Real silence.

She shut her laptop.

The click sounded louder than it should have.

Standing, she slipped on her coat and scarf, movements slow, deliberate, as if she were afraid that rushing might somehow summon the stress back. Her phone vibrated in her pocket—a message from her mother asking if she was still alive, followed by a laughing emoji. Sofía smiled despite herself and typed back a quick Made it. Heading home.

The elevator ride down was mercifully empty. As it descended, she caught her reflection in the mirrored wall: hair pulled into a messy knot, dark circles under her eyes, but also something else—relief, faint but undeniable.

When the doors opened, cool evening air rushed in to meet her. Madrid at night felt different, softer. The heat of the day lingered in the pavement, and the sky, still faintly orange at the edges, faded into deep blue. A bar on the corner spilled laughter onto the sidewalk. Somewhere nearby, a guitarist was playing, the notes drifting lazily through the street.

Sofía paused for a moment before walking on.

Tomorrow could wait. The next project could wait. Tonight, she let herself simply be another person heading home, tired but done, carried forward by the quiet satisfaction of having finished something that mattered.

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