With waves lapping rhythmically against the shore, a blonde woman reclines in a weathered leather office chair anchored in the shallow surf, her crisp white blouse and high-waisted black pencil skirt sharply contrasting with the sand beneath. Her heels rest lazily atop a half-submerged printer, while one hand grips a melting ice cream cone and the other idly scrolls a wireless mouse—an ironic nod to the absurd twist on remote work culture. Behind her, a broken copier machine spits soggy paper into the foaming surf just beyond, its damp sheets drifting like misguided memos. The golden hour sunlight casts long reflections on the wet seabed, flickering over her oversized black sunglasses which reflect the endless sea, as if she's reviewing quarterly reports from Poseidon's HR department. The photo has a grainy quality, suggesting it may be a still from a video or taken with an older digital camera. Her wind-tossed hair and seriously composed expression reinforce the unlikely marriage of corporate formality and beach tranquility. Quick snapshots create a soft-focus effect at the edges, and muted colors swirl into a nostalgic haze—early-2000s digicam snapshot, grainy quality.