Sabrina jumped to her feet, slipped on her shoes, grabbed her car keys, and dashed out the door.

But Luck wasn't on her side. Sabrina hit a red light at the very first intersection.

Anxiously waiting for it to change, her day got even worse when suddenly her car was rear-ended.

Dazed for a moment, Sabrina turned to see the damage through the rear windshield... Damn it! What a bad luck!

Sabrina swiftly stepped out of her car to assess the damage. The rear end was crumpled, and the front of the white vehicle behind her car showed signs of impact.

The driver of the white car emerged, surveying the collision site and then his own vehicle. He directed his frustration at the driver of the black car behind him, exclaiming, "How could you drive like that?

Are you even capable?"

The black car's driver nervously produced the license, stuttering, "I... I'm still on probation..."

The white car's driver was taken aback.

It dawned on Sabrina then that this was a chain of rear-end collisions. First, the black car hit the white car, then the white car failed to maintain a safe distance and struck her car.

Two roadblocks were now placed behind the black car. The three drivers moved to the roadside, dialing the police and exchanging insurance details.

Despite the straightforward nature of the incident, the paperwork process was time-consuming.

By the time Sabrina reached the police station where Galilea was waiting, visiting hours had passed.

With a heavy sigh, Sabrina resigned herself to returning tomorrow.

Shirley was becoming increasingly lazy. As her internship neared its conclusion, she reassured herself that she only needed to persevere a little longer.

Upon arriving at the building, it was already eight twenty-seven.

Spotting the elevator doors closing, Shirley hurriedly called out, “Hold on!"

The doors shut before she could reach them. She slowed her pace, releasing a sigh.

Shirley hoped the elevator would descend promptly. Otherwise, she risked being late.

Suddenly, the doors opened again.