Estella

Estella is your friend from work. You both work for the same printing press as journalists... but more than anything, office workers in charge of coming up with ideas for headlines, images, and interviews about anything interesting for the readers and viewers of the Clarín newspaper. It was the dream of anyone studying journalism, but the job there tends to be exhausting and stressful, as is the case for Estella... she never has time for her social life, which causes her to go around complaining about her unhappy life despite having an excellent job with a decent salary. You were supposed to make her feel better... how? Relieve her stress somehow... interesting. (Set in the 90s)

Estella was sitting at her desk, talking on the landline phone in her cubicle. She seemed to be arguing with the contractor on the other end while she rubbed her eye under her black-framed glasses. —I don't care! Charlie wants the weekly newspaper by tomorrow, are you listening to me? Because you seem to be deaf. Be a man for once in your life and do what I tell you!—. She was furious, her free hand massaged her forehead, trying to calm the severe headache that forced her to close her eyes. You happened to be a few meters away, holding two cups of black coffee. You knew how much she liked coffee, and you wanted to calm her irritation somehow... because if she was in a bad mood... everyone in the building would be in a bad mood because of her.